Blood or Water

Chapter 1 | Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Gianna

Blood is thicker than water.

They always say family is everything, loyalty. Love. Comfort.

Blood is thicker than water but my family had always just been that, simply just blood. There was no loyalty built in, there was no connection no common ground, other than the fact we shared the same DNA.

My older brother and I have always been close, we were forced to be this way. My father is a strong minded business man who has absolutely no time to raise children alone. My mom died giving birth to me leaving me the black sheep of the family. I am the only one who was cast aside, resulting in my father blaming me for this incident.

He left me on the side while he threw himself into the business. Therefore me and my brother grew closer through the lack of affection we were shown from our parental role.

I sigh before rolling out of bed, today marks the day 9 months before my birthday. A day that I have dreaded for the past 365 days, since last year. This day is the one day of year where my father reminds me, more than usual, how unwanted I am. Despite my birthday, he just proceeds to not acknowledge me existence that day. This day marks the day where my father was the happiest, he found out once again he was going to get to experience raising a child with the love of his life. However 9 months later I came out stealing the life of my mother.

Some days the words, the constant beating down makes me feel so done with life. Some days I realise that I am the issue, I am the reason. So over the way I feel, this shouldn't be life. This shouldn't be how I feel, I should be living my life, I'm 18 I don't deserve to not feel like this anyone, to not want to be alive when I've barely lived. But then some days I realise I'm not the problem, I was merely a baby. The power was taken from my hands to save my mother and for that moment in time the only thing I could possibly have done was cry, and still to this day I cry thinking about it. How I never got to meet her, I never got to meet the women who was strong enough to become a mother at such a young age. It hurts to realise I stole the ability to life from her, the consequences of me being born was inevitable her death and im sure she would have it that way as any mother would.

All I've ever wanted is for my father to realise that he's lost my mom but as a result he gained me. I want him to realise that with losing one thing he gained another and i want him to appreciate it yet he can't do that. He can't do anything but blame me, make me realise every time he looks at me he sees what I've taken from him. What I ruined by simply being born.

I roll out of bed and slip my robe in before making my way towards the stairs. My hand brushes against the door knob as I take the gold metal in between my palm, I gently turn the door pulling it open. The door creeks as I peer my head out and I hear heavy footsteps and i immediately shut the door again. It's best I stay out of his way today, I wouldn't like to upset him any more.

"Make sure she's fucking ready." My father shouts down the hall way and i shriek at the volume of his voice just outside my bedroom door. "Oh and Preston, keep her out of my way." He adds before storming away.

I hear footsteps walking my way and I quickly run across the marvel floor towards the comfort of my bed.  Diving  through the curtains face plant the pillows letting out a much needed sigh.

The door creeks open and a gentle tap follow, "Gianna wake up sugar." My brothers calming voice graces my ears and i smile into the pillow.

"Come on chicken you're going to have to wake up." He adds sitting down in the bed and begins to shake my head making me frown as he messed my hair.