Theif 3

Chapter 4

"When are you going to come visit, sweetheart?" My father asked through the phone.

I'm thankful that even after the long period of time of me not speaking to my father we were able to build up our relationship again.

It was hard coming back in town with him, confirming I wasn't dead, that I had only "ran away" and just so happened to meet my boyfriend and his family, then poof, there was a baby. It was even more difficult meeting my mother again. Why? She hadn't changed one fucking bit, she was still a bitch.

You want to know the first thing she said to me?

She gently grabbed my face, and scanned it.

You would have thought, as a mother, she was looking for any scratches, or just wanting to look at me because she hadn't in so long, but no that wasn't it at all.

She said, "Well, I suppose you did just have a child. Don't worry dear, let the father do some work with the baby each day, while you take a run."

So basically she called me fat. But I told myself not to worry about it, I had handled my mother's criticism before and I could do it again.

I met my step father, Eric, and my twin half brother and sister who were both three. The man was kind of weird, but he was wealthy which explained why my mother would go for him.

Lucy, my sister, obviously spent most of her time with my mother because she acted just like her. All prissy and demanding. She was the exact replica of what my mother tried to shape me to be. But unfortunately for my mother, she only turned me into a walking puppet.

Parker, my brother, who I nicknamed Park, spent most of his time alone. I really liked him. He was very mature, he acted as if he were at least ten, and he was very observant.

One day, when the two of us were on a walk, he was unusually quiet. When ever it was just the two of us he was very talkative, he was only quiet when ever others were around. But any way, after minutes of silence, he said, "Could I ever move in with you?"

When I asked why he told me he didn't like living with them, "They're stupid. They think the whole world should be only how they want."

I didn't tell him he could, but I didn't tell him he could. I didn't think that fighting for custody of my younger brother that I hardly knew, was the best thing for the relationship between my mother and I.

"I'm not sure, actually." I answer my father, while I walk around the living room picking up Wesley's toys. "Maybe soon.

"Well while you're here you could probably go stay with your mother and visit with her too."

I sighed. "I'll just get a hotel or something."

My father isn't very wealthy, at all. Now he lives in a much smaller house one bedroom, a small bathroom, living room, and a nice sized kitchen, but that was also the dinning room.

"(Y/n), you have to see your mother. She loves you."

I roll my eyes, "I know, I know."

"Well, dear, I'll talk to you soon."

"Alright, dad."

"Goodbye."

"Bye." Then I ended the call.

I throw Wesley's last toy car into his toy box, when two familiar arms grasp my waist, and pull me into a hug.

"Good morning." I said.

He rest his head on the back of my neck, and letting out a sleepy whine. "Come take a nap with me."

"You just got up."