Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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| Emiliano Rodriguez |
Glancing through the rearview mirror, I watched, as my little brother was squashed in between his sister and older brother, brushing his fingers through her hair, as she was passed out on his shoulder. I didn't want to say anything about my sister being kissed, as she had crashed as soon as she had sat down in the car.
But now, racing through my head, was all the ways that I had missed out on their childhood. I had experienced it with Rafael, as he had been quiet well equipped with our lifestyle at the age of 15, and I had never thought about it twice. But now, looking at my brother and sister that were either side of that age margin, made me think about just how much they have grown up, and just how mature they really are.
I had seen it on both of their faces, the entire time they had been asked questions. For crying out loud, I had seen it pasted on Nicolas' face even when he was sleeping. His first question when he saw us, was to know where they were. He had known, that the family he had grown up in, wasn't his own, and he was prepared to fight anyone to get his little brothers and sister out of there. He had even tried to fight me when I told him that he had to stay in bed and couldn't see Savannah and Benjamin yet.
Even while he was high on medication, he was telling us about his regrets, and that he wanted to break up with his girlfriend because she had hurt his siter, our sister, and he didn't like it. He had hidden this part of himself quickly, though I knew it was still there, caged beneath the surface, because they had been trained to do so. They had been punished.
My own siblings had been punished because of the family they came from, even though they had no idea who we were, as they were too young to know. They were too young to even understand that a child doesn't just get placed in a family, with no consequences. They had no idea that they were even stolen, and that everything they had been given, was not what they were supposed to receive.
"The jet is ready" Alejandro murmured, as he slid his phone into his jacket, before keeping a close eye on everything that moved around us. "A jet?" a voice questioned from the backseat, and there was only one person that could have said something, as the other two were already passed out. From the way that I had watched Benjamin and Savannah watch one another, there was something that was unspoken between the two of them, that neither one was speaking about.
They had gone from worrying about one another while the other slept, to not even looking in the same direction of one another. I was worried about the two of them, more so than the others, and call me a bad person, but I knew that they were my little buddies. Everyone had joked, when they were little, how the two of them were inseparable, and they never left my side.
Seeing them now, I wished that joke was still a thing, as it stung, knowing that they were hurting each other more than themselves. "Yes, a private jet" Alejandro responded, turning slightly around to Ben, as I just caught his reaction in the mirror that I was looking at before. The way his jaw dropped, before quickly resolving back to his normal resting face, which showed no such emotion. I had to watch Nicolas do the same, and now I was watching Benjamin, at 16 years old, resolve to removing any type of excitement or joy about something, disappear.
