You're Mine (GXG) -Completed/Re-Editing-

SEVEN

BECKY POV:

This was probably the first time I get the room to myself after my father's death .

After Moly's leave last night, I didn't need a reminder that I had to welcome the new additions into mansion alone; my dad's lover and their son, Andrew.

Needless to say, this was going to be one of the coldest welcome parties in the history.

Anyways, because of this secret offspring, my mom was having a hard time. Ever since the lawyer's visit yesterday, she has been up in her room, door locked, refusing to see or talk to anyone ..

Obviously, I was worried she'd pass out, or end up sick inside . After looking after my dad for the past 5 years, her body became frail, and her figure thin. Hence, I assigned a personal housekeeper to look after her ..

Suddenly, the head housekeeper stops by my room. " They are going to be here in 5 minutes "

The last 5 minutes of being the only heir to the Jones legacy ..

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When I was only 5 years old, my mom was pregnant with another baby. Back then, I was so happy to have a sibling, and I was excited at the thought of a baby boy or a baby girl whom I could look after, and play with ..

Though, I have no memory of especially feeling lonely, but I guess my parents thought I did, and hence a baby girl was conceived. However, it turns out that she had weak lungs, and was diagnosed with asthema.

Her name was Annelise, and I loved her. My baby sister was born, and just as I expected, my mom let me hold her, feed her sometimes, and play with her with my favorite toys. It felt a bit new to me, but I doted on her, and I wanted to give her love and care too, and be a big sister to her.

Although I didn't know what that meant exactly ..

Anyways, it seems that I have come to learn what that was eventually; One year later, while I was building a pillow fortress, I picked up my sister from her crib, and I hid her inside . At first, Annelise was giggling, and clapping her hands, but as I put more pillows on top, and it got darker inside, she began crying.

Frightened, I started taking the pillows off when my mom came in. Her eyes weavered between my sobbing baby sister and I, and right then, I had been slapped for the first time ever. It was on my right cheek, and it stung so badly.

I remember crying myself to sleep that night . I had never been so miserable , and I actually believed that I almost killed my sister, whom couldn't even speak.. Without any doubt, my mom had become obsessive over Annelise since that day, and the mere sound of crying of hers was enough reason to accuse me for it.

When Annelise became 5 years old, all my favorite toys had gone to her, my parents espcially doted on their "poor" baby girl, and I was beginning to feel like I was an outcast in my own family: Spending most of my time with the maids and being looked after by the head maid in the stead of my own mother. Even my dad, who barely smiled at me and expected straight As from me, didn't care less the day I finally got an A on my math test.

I was getting completely out of the picture, and Annelise has soon become the favorite child. At one point, it didn't feel like it was because of her asthema anymore; she was just "better" .. She spoke at earlier age, started walking at an earlier age too, she was prettier, cleaner, smarter, she even had a warmer relationship with my dad !

As days went by, I remember how it was impossible for me not to want to get rid of her, for good if possible. But it wasn't that bad yet .. I still wanted to prove myself to my parents, or at that point in time, Annelise's.

They say if you want something hard and long enough, you eventually attract it. Few months later, my sister got kidnapped from elementary school, somehow the criminals must have heard of her condition, because she was left at a dark and enclosed space where she was found dead.

The criminals were arrested and severely punished, but the pain of losing their child remained with my parents .. As for me , there were times where I just couldn't shake the guilt away; at times, it was as if I was responsible just by wanting so , and others, I'd simply rememeber it as a tragedy in my family's history.

The death of my father was probably the second tragedy after that, and time never dissipated that of Annelise's; My mom has never forgotten her babygirl, and I have yet to recover from the guilt amd remorse that followed the heavy sentiments of hate which I harbored ..

[SHORT TIME SKIP]

I only imagined it, but sharing the same space with my dad's gay lover and their son was rather odd, and not in an entertaining way.

If only I hadn't ruined my friendship with Molly last night . This was indeed too much for me to handle.

My expensive cup of coffee revebrates with a sound on the plate.

I begin, with a half hearted smile. " This is awkward "

Andrew, sitting across from me, a tall guy as I remember him from that night, and yesterday, still wore the same smug look on his face. He looked rather tidy, smart and gutsy, as if he was showing off the efforts of being raised by a single dad , or maybe both;

Nobody really knew where my dad took off whenever he got too "unhappy" with my mother..

Andrew chuckles. " It is "

With a raised eyebrow and a tone that didn't reveal much ... " You can laugh ?"

-" I'm done mourning over daddy "

"Daddy ?"

Repressing my discomfort about this whole situation was already one thing, but " daddy" ?! That was my cue; I've had enough Andrew for today.

So I turn to look at my dad's lover, sitting right next to his son, he didn't seem like a man of many words, yet, he had that friendly aura around him that probably worked on the rest of the world but I wanted to rip off his face.

Yet, I have to say my dad had quite the luck with men as well. From a person to another's perspective, he was pretty good looking for a man his age.

The man smiles. " I'm sorry to make you uncomfortable "

Talk about the understatement of the century ..

I decide to address the elephant in room. " So you are moving in today ?"

The man replies, suddenly killing off his smile . " That is what he wanted "

I nod, and I say. " And what do you want ?"

The man doesn't flinch, and I dare to ask another question .

-" What is your real motive from joining my family ?"