Chapter 7
I woke up in the hospital the next day.
My phone was flooded with missed calls–from my parents, from Quinn, and even from that viewer who’d said she lived nearby.[]
She’d brought me sandwich and said it was on her. I didn’t refuse–I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday.
After she left, I was quietly eating the sandwich when suddenly the door burst open.[]
Quinn stormed in and immediately slapped me across the face. I was too weak to dodge it.[]
Her pupils were dilated, bloodshot with pure malice.[]
“Chloe, you fucking bitch! I bust my ass taking care of you, and this is how you repay me? Spreading lies online?”
“You’re such an ungrateful piece of shit! Even a dog would wag its tail for me. I should’ve let you starve to death from the beginning, you worthless whore!“]
With that, she even raised her hand to hit me again.[]
But I casually turned my phone screen toward her.[]
The livestream was running, and her twisted, hideous face was broadcasting live.[]
[Holy shit, jumpscare much?]
[OMG her sister actually came to the hospital to assault her?][]
[Fight back, streamer! This is making me want to reach through the screen and slap her myself!][]
I’d suspected Quinn might show up, so I’d started streaming early.[]
As expected, I was right.[]
AHHHHH you fucking bitch, I’m going to kill you!” she shrieked, snatching my phone and smashing it to the ground.[] –
Her sharp nails came at me as she grabbed my throat.[]
Right then, a swarm of reporters flooded into the room.[]
“Excuse me, are you Ms. Quinn? Is it true that you only give your sister $300 a month for living expenses?“[]
“How do you feel about bleeding your sister dry to afford $30,000 handbags? Any guilt about that?”
Camera after camera pointed at Quinn, capturing her at her most haggard and ugly.[]
She panicked, trying to hide her face behind her purse.[]
“Get away from me! Don’t you know this is illegal harassment?!“[]
Then she fled without looking back.
Earlier that morning, when she’d been blowing up my phone, I’d already sent all her dirty laundry to various media outlets. I’d also crafted an Instagram post.[]
After all, I was at peak trending status. My followers were waiting for updates, and I needed to ride this wave to make Quinn the “influencer” she’d always dreamed of being.
Even if it was for all the wrong reasons.[]
I carefully crafted my caption and tagged Quinn’s wealth–flaunting Instagram account.[]
[@Quinn, sis, is this your idea of teaching me life lessons‘ and looking out for me‘?]]]
Below was a carefully arranged, starkly contrasting nine–panel image grid.[]
In the center: my $300 transfer receipt and a photo of plain ramen.[]
Surrounding it: her $38K bag, $2,800 spa bills, thousand dollar meals, first–class plane tickets, three–dollar tampons…]
Every single item pulled from her own bragging posts.[]
My Sister Cut My Food Money to $300 While Spending $30K on Bags Tune to Make Her INTERNET FAMOUS
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Who told my dear sister to love flaunting her wealth so much?]
The final image was our text conversation screenshot, with her quote [If other people can dumpster dive, why can’t you? What makes you so special?] circled in red and enlarged.]
The post went viral instantly, shooting straight to TOP#1 trending.
My DMs also exploded.]
The speed and momentum were beyond anything I’d imagined.]]
Messages of sympathy, legal aid resources, people cursing Quinn, countless media outlets requesting interviews and repost permissions.[]
On the trending page, #LeechingSisterQuinn rocketed upward.[]
The speed and momentum were beyond anything I’d imagined.]]
And she comments on her three–dollar tampon post had transformed from hundreds of compliments into tens of thousands of hate comments.]
[Here to check out the leeching princess~10
[How’s it feel carrying bags bought with your sister’s survival money?]]
[Three dollars per tampon?? Did you get your vagina diamond–plated? Your sister gets screamed at for buying 30–cent ones?]]
[Hope you can never afford tampons again!]]]
[Enjoy leeching off your sister or not, you psycho!]]
Anyway, my dear sister had probably rushed over too quickly to see this Instagram post yet.[]
Otherwise she never would have dared leave the house.[]
No worries. When she got home, even if she didn’t want to look, people would make sure she saw it.[]
Exhausted by all this drama, I took a nap. When I woke up, my phone was vibrating like crazy.[]
Countless calls coming in and auto–hanging up.[]
I glanced at the screen–unknown numbers mixed with my parents‘ contacts and… Quinn’s.[]
Dozens of missed calls from her.
I could practically picture her losing her absolute mind right now.
