𝐉𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 (DISCONTINUED)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 16

Amaya and their mother followed Alora out to the hallway. Alora swirled on Fiona and put a finger to her chest, "I asked you once and I'll ask you again. What are you doing here?"

"I came here to support-" Alora cut her off before she had the chance to finish her sentence.

"Bullshit," Alora scoffed, putting some distance between them because she had half a mind to swing at the babbling lady.

"Alora! Why are you being so mean?" Amaya asked, her face scrunched in confusion.

Alora stared at the woman in front of her. "Do you wanna tell her or should I?"

"Tell me what?" Amaya asked, frustratedly. "You keep talking in riddles."

Alora raised her eyebrow, waiting for her to talk. When she didn't say anything, Alora began to speak. "Did your parents ever mention why I was in Juvie?"

"Yeah, you were caught with some bad stuff," Amaya shrugged, not understanding what this had to do with anything.

"Actually it-"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm here now and I'm clean and ready to be a mom. Your mom," Fiona interrupted.

"It doesn't matter? I spent a year and a half in a Juvenile Detention Center for your drugs! And you were never our mom. I rocked Amaya to sleep and fed her while you were passed out on the floor. She may not remember that but I remember it clearly. So you can stop trying to play mother!" Alora burst out.

All those years of pent-up anger just blew out of her before she could stop herself. The only thing she could see was her younger self cradling her crying sister in her arms. Learning how to read, cook, and spell all by herself. Her mother didn't help her do that, she did that by herself and it enraged her that she had the nerve to come here and act like they were supposed to give her credit for showing up.

"You what?" Amaya asked softly, betrayal filling her eyes. It wasn't her fault, she didn't know but now she just felt guilty and foolish for believing her lies.

"Amaya, wait," Fiona tried to stop her. Amaya rushed down the hall into the bathroom. Fiona went to follow her but Alora caught her arm.

"You are not welcome anywhere near us. If I see you one more time, so help me God, I will break your face," Alora threatened, letting her go. She went to the bathroom and heard sniffling in one of the stalls.

"Maya," Alora said, softly. She leaned against the hard place in between the stalls. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I brought her here and-"

"It's not your fault. It's mine. I didn't tell you about it. You never could've known," she said, trying to comfort her crying sister.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Amaya asked.

Alora sucked in a breath and sighed. "I didn't want you to hate her. Whatever good memories you had of her, I wanted to keep them untainted. I wanted to keep you untainted."

"Why? She's a terrible person," Amaya sniffed.

"Maybe. Maybe I'm a terrible person too. But I know that you're not and you aren't meant for hate. It's not who you are. Do you hear me?" Alora asked, her hand slipping under the stall. A few seconds later, Amaya gripped her hand. The stall door unlocked and a puffy-faced Amaya came out.

"Now, come on. We have a tournament to get back to," Alora said. They walked out of the bathroom and back to the main room just as it started. Alora quickly took her place beside Robby and looked at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked her before she could ask him the same.

"I'm okay. You?" she asked.

"Good," he answered.