Love...or Life?

Chapter Three: Blood Is Thicker Than Water

"Victoria!" I heard my mother exclaim from the dining room.

I didn't reply.

I wanted to explore this place. What other secrets were there to unfold?

Footsteps began to sound; my mother was coming. I darted to the room opposite me to get away, which turned out to be the kitchen.

The walls looked like they were once cream coloured, but now were murky brown. A large, tacky gap lay in between two counters, which I assumed would be where the new oven would go. It was clear the last one was just ripped out, as the wallpaper had been ripped with it.

After observing the room for a while I heard my name echo in the hallway.

"Ugh, she's looking for me again..." I thought to myself.

"Victoria, your dinner is on the table!" I heard her yell for the hundredth time.

I rolled my eyes and shouted back. "I'm not hungry mother!" Then I muttered to myself.
"Don't you ever give up, woman..."

Her chuckle took over her words but I heard something along the lines of: "Gosh darling, you haven't eaten all day! What are you on about?"

"I had breakfast," I lied. "I had some bran flakes just before Sam and I came here."

A large exhale released from her lungs.

"Alright darling, I'll leave you some leftovers in the fridge if you want any later, yes?"

"Yep."

"What's that?"

"YES." I spoke loudly, accentuating on the 's'.

I disagree with the phrase 'blood is thicker than water'. Yes, of course it is-but I disagree with the meaning. Loving your family because they are related to you I think is unreasonable.

I don't even think my family members have the same blood running through their veins. They have no understanding of me at all and I feel like an outcast to my own relatives.

How can I love the people who threw me away for seven months?

The worst part is that they continue to pretend to love and care for me, yet I can see right through it.

I know they don't care for me.

I can see that they don't love me.

It's obvious they think I'm a disgrace.

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A grumble of hunger roared within my stomach. I really was hungry.

After a few screams from my insides, I decided I had to eat something sometime, so I began to head towards the dining room, where imposters of my relatives sat.

When I was around 6 inches away from the door, I heard muttering conversations and I could hear my name.

I shouldn't ease drop, but why should you respect people pretending to love you?

I turned my head eastward and rested my ear upon the door to the dining room.

I gasped and held in my breath with my palm to my lips and stumbled to the ground.

I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

I looked around while sat on the ground as tears streamed down my cheeks. I crawled towards the first door I saw and noticed my luggage thrown on a large king sized bed.

Assuming this room was mine, I slammed the door shut and rested my head within my hands.

I hated my family.

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