Sin

Ava's POV

No one wants to be bad.

But try being the girl, who spent all her life pleasing people, but ends up being all alone in the end.

That's me.

Rude, arrogant, and cold-hearted and there are many names, not the good ones, people use to characterize me.

Am I all these?

Maybe.

People change.

I did too.

But believe me, I was not always like this.

I recall when I was five and Iris three, more than mom and dad, she was my princess, I loved my sister more than anything.

We had the best bond. Hurt her and I will damn you. That was how important she was to me. I would do anything for her to smile at me with awe and look at me as her hero.

She was my pride. My sister was my gem.

She was my cute, little chubby world.

I would do anything, just to stretch those beautiful lips.

When Iris first went to kindergarten, a fat boy pushed her, and she got a scrape on her knees. I was livid.

The next day I punched that guy. Bullied him until he asked Iris for forgiveness.

Dad was furious