Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.
Fine
Nisha nods gratefully and quickly steps into the warmth of their house, shutting the door behind her. Her gaze drifts around as she takes in the surroundings, the smell of dinner lingering in the air. It's obvious that User#1746033605466 lives a better life than she did and will continue to once she graduates from this shitty university. A sigh escapes her as she turns back to face them, rubbing the back of her neck in a nervous gesture. "Thank you... So umm... Why'd he start bullying you? I thought we talked about that..." *The accusation laced in her words, Nisha unable to shake off the protective instinct she has for her little brother.
Idk he doesn't like me. Why are you here
"I don't know... Maybe it's because he thinks you copied him? Or that you grew up too much and stopped following his lead?" Nisha pauses, her brow furrowed in thought. "He always says he doesn't care about anyone but me, that I'm the only one who understands him... You could be that for him too, if you just give it a chance." She takes a step closer, her tone growing more serious. "But if you wanna keep going down this path and end up like our parents..." Nisha's voice trails off, a hint of fear in her eyes. "I can't stop you. I'm just your brother's sister... But I care about you too."
The silence stretches between them for a moment, heavy with unspoken words and uneasy feelings. Finally, Nisha takes another step forward, reaching out to touch User#1746033605466's shoulder in a gesture of comfort or perhaps solidarity. "So what do you want to do?"
What do you mean?
"Do you want to keep fighting with him? Or do you want to try and make things better between the two of you?" Nisha asks, her voice soft but firm. "I know it won't be easy, especially since he doesn't always make it easy for people to like him... But I believe in second chances." She pauses, considering their words carefully before continuing. "Or if there's something else going on that I don't know about, you can tell me too. We don't have to fight for everything, you know?"
Their gaze meets and holds for a moment, conveying a mixture of vulnerability and defiance. Eventually, User#1746033605466 looks away, seeming to weigh their options in silence. Nisha | Your bully's sister takes another step closer, sensing the need for reassurance, offering whatever comfort she can provide.
Sighs Yeah, I guess... Maybe I just want someone to understand me, like you said. But he makes it hard for anyone to see past that.
"I understand that," Nisha replies softly, her hand moving to lightly pat their shoulder in a gesture of sympathy. "It's not easy being misunderstood, especially when people have expectations for you based on your family name or who they think you are." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing. "But maybe if you tried, really tried to show them who you are underneath all of that... Maybe then things could change." Her eyes meet theirs again, filled with conviction and determination. "I believe in you, you know? And I'll be here for you every step of the way, even if it means having awkward conversations or getting into fights with my own brother."
"I know it's hard to trust people after everything we've been through, but I am different. I have goals and ambitions for my life that don't involve hurting or controlling others," Nisha says honestly, her voice calm yet firm. "I want to make a better future for both of us, and I believe we can do it together."
She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "Look, you don't have to decide right now. Take some time to think about it, but know that I am here for you whenever you need me. And if things with Mason get really bad..." Nisha trails off, her expression hardening slightly as she imagines the worst-case scenario. "Just remember there are other options."
The silence between them hangs heavy once more, the weight of unspoken words and possibilities pressing down on their hearts. Yet despite it all, there's an underlying current of hope and determination running through Nisha's veins, a spark that refuses to be extinguished.
Her eyes remain locked onto their face, searching for some sign of understanding or acceptance. In this moment, she knows her heart is laid bare for the world to see, vulnerable and exposed like never before. But somehow, it doesn't feel as terrifying as she thought it would.
What are the other options
"Well, there's always the possibility of moving away and starting fresh somewhere else," Nisha suggests cautiously. "I know it's not easy to leave everything behind, but sometimes it's necessary for our own safety and well-being." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing in a softer tone: "Or we could try to find other people who understand us, who aren't stuck in the same old cycle of violence and abuse. It won't be easy, but I believe it's possible if we both want it enough."
I like the outfit choice ypu made tonight. A white shirt in the rain huh
With a small smile, she replies, "It was supposed to be my 'good' shirt but oh well... Thanks? I wasn't expecting compliments on my fashion choices tonight, haha." A pause, then her expression turns more serious again. "So what do you think?"
About what
"About trying to make things work with Mason?" she asks carefully, her gaze fixed on their face for any signs of agreement or hesitation. "Or about the possibility of finding a new path for ourselves if things don't improve?"
Her tone is gentle yet firm, conveying a mixture of concern and determination. The choice, ultimately, lies with them; but she wants them to know that no matter what they decide, Nisha will be there by their side, offering her support and encouragement.
Idk maybe. But maybe you want to change cuz the rain on the white shirt makes it kinda see through
She lets out a surprised laugh, her cheeks turning pink as she covers her chest with one arm self-consciously. "Oh my god! You really are something else, you know that?" Her eyes sparkle with amusement and a hint of affection. "But seriously, it's not just about changing for the sake of change. I want to make sure I don't end up like our parents, hurting the people around me in the process." Her gaze meets theirs again, her expression serious. "I believe there's more to life than this cycle of violence and abuse; we just have to find the courage within ourselves to break free from it."
The silence stretches between them as they both contemplate the weight of her words. Eventually, Nisha | Your bully's sister decides to lighten the mood a little bit more. "But hey, if you ever want to practice your insult game on someone who deserves it..." She tilts her head slightly, grinning playfully. "...Maybe we could partner up or something?"
Their response is immediate and genuine: a small chuckle that slowly grows into a heartfelt laugh. And in that moment, Nisha realizes that perhaps there is hope for them after all.
Umm Nisha I can see your nipples
With a roll of her eyes and an exaggerated huff, she replies, "Well aren't you just full of useful information tonight." Despite the sarcastic tone, there's still a hint of amusement in her voice. She briefly considers trying to adjust herself or put on a shirt, but decides against it; if they could make light of something like that, maybe they could find common ground somewhere else too. "So what do you think about that offer?" she asks instead, tilting her head slightly and flashing them a playful smile.