"Darling" he said as he settled onto the other plastic chair beside me. 'He' is my mom's husband (which, unfortunately, makes him my step father). One of the many people I hate. He also happens to be Emily's dad. His name is Joe, by the way. Joe Waterbill.
I hope the baby's a boy. 3 girls are enough. I have no issue with girls but I always wanted an elder brother. I can't have that now but at least I have the chance of a brother nonetheless.
The sparkle in my mom's eyes, the wide smile stretching her lips, confirmed how much she loved him. I hate seeing that on her face. It hurts to know I'll never feel the love and warmth of both a loving mother and a caring father. But at least Emily and the baby will have that. Maybe Jamie too. She is young enough to forget and start over. But I can't.
They talked for a while, but I had no interest in hearing what they said. Then, Jem came in, taking, for some reason, slow, cautious steps towards Mom's bed.
"Can I see him?" Jem pleaded.
Mom laughed. "No, we can't see him yet. He has to be a few months older, then I'll get you a picture of him".
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Jamie rode with Mom and Joe, while I decided to go with Sarah and Mark. Sarah was driving Tristan's car, so she dropped me off, and then they headed off with Tristan. I tried to make them stay but they wanted us to have a " private family night" after we found out about Mom's pregnancy.
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"Daddy!!" Emily squealed. She ran to him and he welcomed her with open arms. I averted my eyes from the scene. Hurts.
It sometimes fascinates me how much Emily looks like Joe. The same green eyes, same brownish-blonde hair. If everyone has someone who resembles them, Em would resemble Joe, and Jem would resemble Mom, with her pale blue eyes and a red, burning fire for hair.
But, I would resemble Dad. I hate myself for that. I don't want to look like him. I hate looking at the mirror and seeing him again.
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I stay in my room until it is announced that dinner is ready. Even then, I just put a small proportion of every thing on my plate and go back to my bedroom.
"Katie!! Wait!" My mom called just when I was taking the last step on the stairs.
I turn back and give her a meaningful look, though she doesn't seem to read it. "Not now, Mom".
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I settle onto a black bean bag close to my bed and scroll through my playlists. Nothing seems appealing to me right now, so I just go and turn the heater off and roam around the room looking for something to entertain me.
Just when I decided that there is nothing for me to do, my three idiots came through the door.
"What have you been doing in here? Sitting and staring at your ceiling? Have some fun, Cattie!" Mark said, observing the room, as if he didn't see it a zillion times before.
I sighed "Yeah, that sort of thing". I rubbed my eyes.
" You tired?" Tristan asked, sitting on the bean bag, while Mark takes the purple one. Still, Sarah remains standing.
" Very tired". I look at the picture above my bed, of me when I was probably two years old. I was smiling. A real smile, not the fake one that hurts your face's muscles after a while.
"This is boring" Sarah complains. "Let's play Truth or Dare, without the truth part".
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" I dare you to jump from the bean bags," I challenge Sarah "To the desk" I finish off.
"Easy" she says nonchalantly.
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I'm convinced that I'm the worst story writer ever XD. I began this story months back and I still didn't even complete 10 chapters XD I'll TRY to upload much more often.
I'm sorry for any mistakes in the chapter. English is not my first language so I may make mistakes XD
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Band Aids Don't Fix Broken Hearts
Teen FictionShe barely likes anyone. Barely has any friends. Tormented by her dark memories and thoughts, she lives inside of her own mind. The shadows and ghosts inside of it try to grab Katherine with long, cold, and slim fingers.
