She'd justify her actions by saying, "Why so stingy? We're sisters, right?"
Now, I was determined to reclaim everything and cut ties with this toxic leech for good.
When I got home to pack up, Olivia was there blocking my exit, fury written all over her face.
Her sharp nails were dangerously close to my eyes, and her tiny, furious eyes were nearly hidden in her puffy cheeks as she screeched, "Megan, why'd you cut off the family card?! How am I supposed to eat this month? Are you trying to starve me out?!"
"You're grown up; I'm not responsible for keeping you fed," I fired back without hesitation.
She looked at me incredulously, unable to grasp how her usually compliant sister had suddenly turned so defiant.
Her face flushed red, and she spat out venomous insults, her voice shrill and hysterical, like a madwoman.
She gripped my luggage desperately, using her arms and legs to block me from leaving.
"Megan, you heartless witch! You're making money and not even thinking of helping your own sister? What kind of sister are you?!"
"If Mom and Dad knew how low you've stooped, they'd come back just to give you a piece of their mind! How will you even look them in the eye one day?"