Love, Hate, and Karma

Chapter 3: My Sister Took Everything (Part 3)

I was holing up my myself in a cheap motel room for a week, ignoring most calls and text messages from my family and Dan, when my mother one morning send me a text message that made me got into my car and drove to them.

We need to talk, if you don't come, consider us out of your life.

I was so heartbroken when I read the message. My parents are acting so cold and cruel towards me, I couldn't read half of what they were writing to me. Most messages were like:

Stop acting like a child and pull yourself together! Your sister has been crying nonstop, don't you feel sorry for her?

Your sister has always been in love with Dan, it would have just been a matter of time before they get together.

Or my favorite among it all:

We are 100% standing behind Chelsea and Dan.

I have posted a short update on Facebook about my wedding with Dan, and even though I got many sympathetic responses, most of my family members were siding with Chelsea. In their opinion, Chelsea deserved to be loved, and since it was Dan now who Chelsea loves, I should gracefully step down as a bride. One of my aunts even had the audacity to tell me to give Chelsea my entire wedding; venue, bridal gown and groom included.

Deep buried beneath all the sadness, a spark of fury has been ignited, and I felt it again when I parked my car in the front of my parent's big house.

Whatever happens now, I will tell my parents my opinion about Chelsea, and they will have to listen to me. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, composing myself before I rang the doorbell. My mother opened the door with a frown on her face.

"Oh, thank God, you finally showed up, we thought you would act like a child forever," she rolled her eyes.

I stepped in, and saw immediately my sister sitting on the couch in the living room, thankfully without Dan. My father was sitting on his chair close by, a serious, and unpleasant look on his face.

"Sit," my mother command, but I refused. I stand perfectly still, letting them speak first.

"Suit yourself," my mother rolled her eyes again, acting as if my persistence is still childish. She sat down, before saying, "we need to talk about this mess."

I waited, not moving, not saying a word. My mother sighed before she continued, "your sister is pregnant with Dan's child."

I felt as if my stomach was poured with a bucket of ice.

"As you have heard, she is in love with Dan, and Dan is in love with her. They are both becoming parents soon, and before that happens, we have all decided that they are going to get married. Since you have prepared a wedding already, you can hand over everything. Chelsea really liked everything you choose, the venue, the location, even the gown. You will hand over everything, and we will pay you back everything. Just write us a check, and we will take care of everything."

I was too shocked, too baffled to say anything. Chelsea is pregnant with Dan's child. Not only did she take away my fiancé, but she had to be the one to bear his child as well? And on top of that, my mother insisted that I hand over my wedding? Is anything here still mine or should I hand over my apartment as well?

"Also, since Chelsea and Dan are going to get married, they are going to live together from now on, we suggest you pack your things and move out, it would be best if you can do that in a week," my mother's voice sounded so firm, and sure.

I let out an angry laugh. They can't be serious?

I couldn't hold back myself.

"Anything else? My job and my car as well perhaps?" I retorted.

"Watch your mouth," my father spoke for the first time.

I looked at Chelsea. "Anything else, sister?"

My sister sobbed while looking down. My mother soothed her and tried to comfort her, before looking at me with a stern look.

"Don't make your sister upset, don't stress her out, it could harm the baby!"

"You don't love me don't you..." I let it all out. All my anger, my frustration.

"What are you saying? We have been raising and loving you, but you are just a stubborn and ungrateful child. We always had problems with you, you were never listening to us, always pushing Chelsea away-" my mother spat before whispering encouraging words to Chelsea.

"No, you didn't. You always loved Chelsea more. No matter what she does, she is forgiven. She gets collage paid, her wedding gets paid, she can live anywhere she wants, she never worked, whatever she wants she gets. I on the other hand have to work twice, I never complained, I helped when she had an accident, but no matter what I do it's never enough!" I couldn't hold back my tears.

"Not in that tone under my roof, young lady!" my father stood up, yelling. "You will speak to us in a respectful manner, and not say a bad word about Chelsea! She had an accident and had it rough her entire life! Don't forget that we almost lost her! So what if she fell in love with your fiancé? She deserves happiness just as much as you do! And she is pregnant with our first grandchild! Just do what's best for the family and for the baby, and just step aside!" his face became redder, a sign that he reached his limit. I knew from the past that at this point, it's useless to argue.

I looked from my father, to my mother and then at my sister. I looked at those I have called my family my entire life, the people I loved since I could remember. But I saw no love back, none was there. These people would even sell me to the devil if it would make my sister happy. I realized I was fighting a losing battle. A battle in which I had nothing to gain, but everything to lose.

"As you wish. I will step away. I hope you all are happy together," was all that I said before turning around, leaving the house, I have called home my entire life.

None of them chased after me, and for that I was grateful. I wanted to purge myself apart from this family as far as possible. I got into my car and drove off, to my favorite place in the entire world every time I was sad or angry.