"My name will no longer be Joanna if I don't deal with you tonight. I will make you realize that this power of a werewolf that you always take pride in is nothing when I am around," Joanna declared.
She cracked her knuckles and took her stance ready to unleash terror on her opponent.
Laura growled and leapt across the centre table.
Had Joanna not moved to her right-hand side, Laura would have bitten off her left cheek thereby forever disfiguring her.
She didn't just stand there and let Laura bully her but kicked her hard in the stomach.
Laura was sent flying across the sitting room. Her body collided with the wall along with their biggest family picture hung on the wall.
Laura and the family portrait fell on the tiled floor almost at the same time.
After the fall, Laura howled and sprang up like nothing was wrong.
She attacked Joanna once again and the smart girl didn't hesitate to attack back.
Some minutes later, the shattering of glasses sent those at the front of the door rushing into the sitting room.
The scene the intruders met left them in shock.
Before they could pinpoint why the sitting room was in the state it was, they saw two figures flying across the stairs.
"And what the hell do you think you are doing?" Mr Anderson thundered, his deadly glares shot at his two daughters who were about to attack each other's neck.
Joanna and Laura momentarily put a stop to their battle. They spun and gazed at where three astonished figures stood glancing at them.
"Can someone tell me what the hell happened here?" He demanded, his murderous glares stabbed at Joanna's face.
His piercing glares didn't help much because the unfazed Joanna refused to utter a word still.
Laura who was still in her true form howled repeatedly.
Although she didn't understand what this meant Joanna guessed Laura was trying to explain herself in this manner.
"How dare the daughter of a mistress lay a hand on the daughter of the Madam of this house?" Madam Cora sneered while stepping forward.
[Her silence was beginning to get me worried. I guess there is no need for that anymore, right?]
Joanna frowned, her hands folded behind her back.
"Is the daughter of a mistress not a person?" Joanna hissed, her head held high even in this situation.
"Can someone get your Young Miss an outfit to put on?" Adhara shouted when Laura won't stop growling.
She waited, expecting to see someone rushed out to respond but all the maids were nowhere to be found.
It was when she began to wonder what was wrong that it dawned on her that she had given the maids and guards the rest of the day off since it was Laura's birthday.
"How dare you talk back to me?" Madam Cora berated and walked even closer.
"Are you dying to get kicked out into the streets? Is that why you are acting up?" Madam Cora threatened.
She had believed that Joanna would get scared after she mentioned kicking her out of the house.
Madam Cora was this certain because she knew that Joanna had nowhere else to call her home apart from the Anderson mansion.
If she had such a place she wouldn't have endured so much shit for over 16 years. She would have left long ago but unfortunately for her, no one wanted her.
Not even her biological mother's family or friends.
"Is there any difference between being out there on the streets and here?" Joanna scoffed and strolled away from the foot of the stairs.
As she tackled Madam Cora, Laura raced to her room upstairs.
"For over 16 years I have been living worse than the beggars I see out there on the streets, so how dare you act as if you are doing me a favour?" Joanna snapped, her fiery eyes locked with Madam Cora's.
"How dare you talk to your grandmother like that?" Mr Anderson bellowed, his right hand balled into a fist.
"The old hag was never my grandma. You were there the day she made this fact clear to me so how come you are pretending not to remember this...,"
"Joanna, you will not speak to your father in that tone," Adhara reprimanded her coldly.
"Never for once have I ever considered that I had a father? I see myself as an orphan so what father are you talking about huh?" Joanna challenged her harshly.
Seeing Joanna turn around in search of the father Adhara mentioned, Mr Anderson's chest tightened.
He suddenly felt out of breath. The pain he felt was as if someone was constantly twisting his delicate heart.
Looking back, he couldn't recall the last time his heart ached this much.
"Joanna!" Adhara shouted her name and tried to call her to order.
She forgot so soon that she didn't have what it takes to calm her stepdaughter down.
"I haven't even started talking and all of you are this furious. What will you do...,"
"I won't let you disrespect my family in my presence," A girl in purple pyjamas racing down the stairs yelled.
"And what can you do if I insist on doing it huh?" She hissed.
Although she was clearly outnumbered Joanna didn't shiver. In fact, she looked more confident than she has ever been.
"I will not let you provoke me again. At least not yet," Laura murmured and moved closer to where her parents stood in the middle of the mess she and Joanna created.
"Mum, Dad, would you believe it if I told you that this sly bitch was the one who set Rafael and me up earlier?" Laura announced to the amazement of her listeners except for Joanna.
"Was that your handiwork Joanna Anderson?" Mr Anderson growled. He called her full name just like how Joanna normally does whenever she was furious.
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