Could anyone blame Amelia for thinking it? She didn’t want to… she wanted to trust her sister… hell she did trust her sister but clearly the girl was making stupid choices recently (including Diego) so what could Amelia do? Systematically it made sense: Phoebe wanted to win the game… she took the photos and sent them to Blue Royalty, something the blog itself confirmed and Phoebe didn’t deny. Following the logic… it was the only thing that made sense in the moment. Although Phoebe didn’t deny it… she did call her mental which… again… wasn’t a stupid denial. Amelia knew Phoebe… she knew when she was lying when she didn’t directly say I didn’t do that… at least… Amelia thought she knew her sister, clearly she never really knew her at all. “Honestly… Phoebe I don’t know what to think right now but what I do know is that you have no right to judge me. Are you really boasting the fact that I can’t have… anything to myself? I just wanted… to get it fcking done with so I picked someone. And this… this moment of judgement from you of all people is exactly why I didn’t tell you…god… I’m just… never good enough for you am I?” Amelia uttered, wiping the tears falling from her face - ignoring her words where she trailed off.
Though, her sister only continued - telling her how she ran away when things got too real. Had she looked in the mirror? Her? Run away? Right - Amelia wasn’t her fcking mother, no matter how much people compared the two. “SO WHAT PHOEBE? I’m not like you. I don’t want to party all the fcking time. So maybe I run away sometimes, but don’t act like you don’t do the same fcking thing. Look int the mirror Phoebe. You’ve run away from every relationship when it got a little too serious, and clearly you’re doing the same thing right now. And… and I really thought me being your sister would make this different but clearly it didn’t.”
The tension between them could be sensed in every direction, and every word… ever sentence that left Phoebe’s mouth hurt more than words could ever truly describe. Because… maybe it was true. Maybe Amie did lack courage that her sister always had. But at least Amie could be self aware enough to realize when she was hurting others. Phoebe’s courage was limitless, but she never stopped to look around at those she was leaving behind.
Despite this… despite all of it… what really got to Amelia was Phoebe’s next words… the way she took… was she really taking their mom’s side in this? “MY FCKING GOD PHOEBE. I don’t care if mom’s hurting and you know why? BECAUSE SHE DID THIS. THIS IS HER FCKING FAULT. You weren’t there when she told dad to his face that she didn’t want him anymore. That she didn’t want our family anymore. You didn’t see dad crying when she left. So maybe mom is hurting, maybe I am avoiding her - but don’t act all high and mighty when you don’t even know who’s fault it was in the first place. You know what. I’m… I’m done. You can have mom… you can… just… have a good life Pheobe. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be your sister anymore.” There was pain that filled her body as she said those words, but she couldn’t take them back. She was tired… tired of living in that house with a mother that clearly didn’t want them and a sister who took the wrong side. Looking at Phoebe one last time… Amelia walked away. Tears filled her eyes as she walked… further and further… just wanting… no … needing to leave the party as soon as she could.
It didn’t help when she - in her distraction and blurry sight - ran into Quinn. “Fcking… no. I’m not doing this right now. GO the fck away Quinn… No…actually,” she wasn’t paying attention to anything anymore. She didn’t care anymore as she grabbed his motorcycle keys right out of his hand and started walking towards the cars. “I’m borrowing this. Fck off. You owe me,” she mumbled - not caring about what he was saying and just wanting to get the hell away from all of this.
@astxrism - Phoebe
@Littlefeets - Quinn