chapter 2

Note: the pic is one I found on a reddit feed, and this story is total fiction, and I in no way think people should actually kidnap and perform unwanted surgeries on their step siblings. Chapter 1 is a bit slow, but then things rev up. Incomplete for now.

Chapter 2

4 years later


Margaret was drunk. D-R-U-Other Letters-K . She giggled hanging off the arm of her newest find. He was gorgeous, and if his black AMEX was any hint, her mother would approve of him. is name began with an Aaaa sound. Arron? Armand? Eric? Maybe Sebastian. That has an Aaaa sound right?

"Oooo where is the car, i am so ready to go" Margaret whispered into his ear. She had to pull him down to her level. Even her 4 inch heels he still dwarfed her. She was a bit worried about being able to deep throat him later if he was proportioned right. Her mother had told her that if she did it right, she might not need to do the hole in the condom fake baby scare. Apparently deep throating was a magical talent. Frankly, Margaret wasn't that interested in sex but knew that it could be her key to getting the right guy. Her mother had been harping on her to get married since she turned 20. At 22 her shelf life as almost over apparently. And her mother always said that one day the Colton money might not be there.

They spent it like it always would be, but there was that nagging fear that Belinda and Jennifer might cut them off. Sure, Belinda had pretty much given them free range after she ran away to whatever it was she was doing in Kansas. She kept out of the lime light and the money kept flowing. She told them she held them no ill will and just wanted to be left alone with her science and projects. Lavinia was always paying people to try and infiltrate the company and find out what exactly was going on, and to find some sort of insurance to make sure this would continue. But she never found anything. Most sent back reports that there wasn't anything to report, and the rest kind of disappeared.

Margaret was still skinny, her boobs still small (fake boobs are for first husbands to give you as presents along with diamonds and fancy shoes), still tan and blonde and perfect. Lavinia had made sure of all of the above with trainers, diet aids, lotions and all kinds of mind games. One of those mind games included making her watch the video of Belindas 20th birthday. Margaret had put on a big of weight when she turned 20, her fast metabolism slowing down ever so slightly. Not much, but enough that you couldn't balance coins on her collarbones and her ribs were not as easy to count. Lavinia had never quite forgotten that dialed look her daughters eyes had gotten as she coaxed Belinda to eat more. Or that she had seen Margarets crossing and uncrossing her legs in an unconscious effort to receive some sort of tension during those stuffings.

"Don't be a Belly-inda" Lavinia said "I don't want to have to buy you new bikinis to hide lipo marks"

And now Margaret was on full time husband hunting. Her grades had slipped after Belinda left. Apparently the tutors Lavinia hired to do the rest of the work didn't quite match Belindas level, and had been different enough to cause suspicion. She had gone to college but partied too hard and Lavinia didn't want to waste the money paying for her to get back in.

So now it was husband hunting.

Margaret was tottering on the sidewalk as her date lead her down towards where his car supposedly was.

"You know.. I swallow" Margaret slurred into his shoulder (she was too drunk to keep pulling him down to her short height). She was far more wasted then normal. She had paid the bartender to give her expensive but fake drink after her first (her mother always said, pretend to be drunk, but be sober, ready to take advantage and plus, think of the sugars). But damn, that first one seemed to have a bit more of a kick. And she had had like, four others that tasted just the same but she had just been really thirsty. She didn't even mind the odd fizzy after taste of the first one.

Fizzy fizzy. Fuzzy fuzzy.

She looked over and for a brief second saw a ghost. Well, not a ghost, just someone she hadn't seen for years. Someone who appeared in her nightmares with eviction notes. With scissors to cut up her credit cards. And sometimes with cake. Cakes, pies, chocolate, a whole turkey, all with revenge baked into every bite that was shoved down her throat.

Across the street stood a woman, tall, dark hair whipping around her pale face, her dark eyes boring into her. Her red coat bright in the dark light, her body large and soft. Was it...could it be??

"Be.. Belly-linda?" Margaret gasped, blurry eyes confused and a bead of sweaty fear dripping down her back.

Suddenly she felt a pinch at the back of her neck, like a bee sting.

"Hey!" she started and then there was the sounds of tires screeching, and a set of bright lights shooting towards her as everything seemed to explode in front of her.

Her last memory was a foggy one, the sound of car doors slamming open and shut and Margaret cracked her eyes just enough to see one last thing. Belinda's face smiling at her. She leaned down to her and seemed to whisper, as though from a far away land

"Just let me take care of you... sleep now"

And for once, Margaret did what Belinda said.

**more to come. comment if you like or want more, or if you have suggestions or ideas etc.