Skylar Miller was only ten years old when everything began to fall apart. First, it was the quiet disappearances-one sibling at a time-until only three of her siblings remained in her life. Then came the accident, a day that left her with more than...
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| Shane Moore - Miller |
"I didn't care however many miles I would have to drive or however many doors I had to break down, to have those kids in my arms, I would do it in a heartbeat. I would always be at their side, whether I was cheering them on, supporting them through their toughest times, I would always be there, no matter what"
Seeing my little brother being teary eyed and emotional, was just the edge of the cake that I hadn't cut yet. I was yet to uncover what had made him cry, and I would never judge him for crying, because this was tough. I was surprised I hadn't broken down at all these years that I had been on my own, especially when I was away from my children.
My kids, were those three brilliant kids that had done it all on their own. I knew they held some things back from me, and I would never push them on it, as I had always been open for them to tell me anything, but they were good kids and that was all that mattered. I had raised them to be good kids, even if I had made Noah grow up earlier than he needed to, I would never change a thing because those kids mean the world to me.
So, as I urged them out of the building as I came across Noah who was only slowly trailing behind, anger burning through him, as he never said a word, only briefly acknowledging me. I stormed over to the table after that, seeing Summer on the brink of tears, cowering towards Jay when she saw me near the table. Blake and Brayden looked ready to leave the table, but I held my hand up, forcing them to stay there.
It was clear they hadn't said a word, meaning they hadn't defended my children. They had been part of my kids at one point, but they were already older, and doing there own thing. They hardly wanted to listen to me, only when it came to needing money. It was rough, as I only kept them around for the sake of Noah and Luke, and I would never say a word to push them out of the house, but some days, it made me want to.
And today was one of those days. I so badly wanted to yell at them, but I couldn't. I wouldn't, for my kids. "Shane, what are you doing here? I thought you were working?" Jay was quick to come up with something to jab back at my throat, making me feel bad for choosing work over looking after those kids that I knew for well could do it on their own.
"I've come to get my kids, Jay. I pulled out of work, to come and get them because they have endured more than enough from all of you. And because they are my kids, you can get your belongings from my front lawn after you finish dinner here" I gave one final long hard stare, making sure not to show the anger that was built well into my veins.
Right as I had turned my back and started to walk away, did someone speak up. The back of a person is easier to talk to than that of the front of them. I had learnt that lesson from my older brother and father when I was very little, and it had stuck with me, following right into the rest of my siblings. "Wait, Shane, are you really kicking us out? I thought you wanted us to come back"
