RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑

Alana's POV

*6 years ago*

"Why don't they love me like they do you guys?"

"Don't be stupid, Al. Of course, they love you" Aria said hitting me on my head.

I snorted "Sure, they do. Ignoring my existence is just their way to show me how much they love me. You know every parent should love their child by ignoring their child's fucking existence. Hallelujah to fucking parenthood"

My sarcasm doesn't go ignored by her "Shut up! They love you. Trust me. If they didn't they wouldn't have let you get into the most expensive college without so much as complaining. Fuck, I remember, how much shit they gave me when I applied to college. They let you do anything you want now,"

"Exactly! Now! I mean for the rest of my life it was a big ass NO for anything I want or I am always disgracing this family if I so much as I make a small mistake. And now, they let me do whatever they want. Even though I can clearly see that it agitates them to let me do whatever I want. These last six months have been weird as fuck"

"You are reading into things, my baby girl" she turned her head towards me.

Me and Aria have been lying here in her old bedroom and now my bedroom for the last 20 minutes in our pajamas, just talking about life in general. Well, she is talking and I am complaining. She has been telling how amazing her married life has been for the last 1½ years with Ian, her husband. Who is an amazing husband, brother in law, son-in-low, to describe in two words, amazing man.

While Aria was gushing about how happy and happening her life has been, I have been complaining about how weird and so not so happening my life has been.

"Am I though?"

My life has always been sad, I have always been ignored by everyone except my older sister Aria and my younger brother Matthew. I loved my life when I was a kid and used to stay with my gramps and grandma from my mother's side in Montijo. Even though I was too young when I used to live with them, I still remember how I used to laugh a lot and be happy all the time.

I loved them.

And now, I am just a normal girl, who loves to stay in my own company in silence. At least that's what the world sees me as. In reality, I love to be in my own company so that I won't feel how incomplete my life is. I mean all my friends have amazing parents, amazing life to brag about and there is boring and sad old me and my life. My parents never give a shit about me.

Fuck, if I die one day on the way back home from school, they wouldn't even notice it. And if they did notice, they wouldn't even fake a few tears for me to show the world.

You ask me why?

They fucking hate me. Fuck, I think they loathe me. Why? I don't really know. All I know is I am a cursed child. An unwanted child.

How do I know that?

Because whenever I make a mistake, my so-called parents never leave the opportunity to remind me what I am. A cursed child.

But, something changed, they changed. Nearly six months ago, I was home alone and my parents were gone somewhere, they didn't bother to tell me where so I didn't exactly know where they were but I overheard my parents talking. Well, okay, I admit, I was eavesdropping.

But, I wouldn't if they just tell me anything. Anyway, I heard them talking about meeting someone. Someone Mr. Ahuja. I didn't get this guy's first name.