The Sister

"I miss you so much Kayla"

After Chicago won 3-1 against Pittsburgh, Jonathan and I made our way to where we were meeting with Kris and Catherine. I was so nervous, I didn't think that I would ever meet back up with Kris, everything was happening too fast. When we approached the room, Jonathan took my hand in his to attempt to calm me down. I inhaled deeply before we walked into the room and seeing Kris, Catherine and a boy who I'm guessing is their son. Jonathan and I sat opposite them and Catherine smiled at me. I gave her a small smile back and looked at Kris. None of us knew what to say.

"So, you're Kayla?" Catherine spoke to break the silence.

"Um, yeah." If Kris can't say anything then why should I have to. We were in silence once again. I looked up at Jonathan and he smiled down at me. "So, Kris. Do you want to know my side?" I asked making him nod. "I've always been second best to you. You don't understand how much that annoyed me. I tried everything so that mom and dad would notice me properly but they didn't. They were so obsessed with you and your hockey that they didn't notice anything about me. They didn't notice my belly button piercing which I always showed, they didn't notice my tattoo that says 'love' which is on my hip. I wore the most outrageous clothing so they would notice me and they never. They didn't even notice when I wore red contact lenses for a week. That's why I hate you kris, I had no relationship with mom or dad when I left for Buffalo. I still don't really speak to them now but I don't understand how no one noticed how depressed I was." I told him without crying thankfully. Whenever I thought of what to say I would always get emotional because I felt strongly over this subject. Both Kris and Catherine looked like they were going to cry but I just shrugged it off. Kris sat in silence. "Well, if you're not going to speak then I may as well leave." I added.

"No, Kayla. You don't understand how hard this is so you need to be patient." He spoke quickly making me nod. I looked over at the boy who was now playing with a ball that Catherine gave him. "Look, when you lived with us, you would walk past me in the house and tell me that you hated me. You barley spoke two words to me a day and if you did it was always 'I hate you' or 'I wish I didn't know you'. That was hard for me, so that's when I started ploughing myself into hockey. Sure we had arguments previously to that but you constantly telling me things like that broke me. I thought that it was all sorted and then you went and moved. Like, I'm sorry about mom and dad but that's not something that you can blame me for, I didn't ask them for that. I miss you so much Kayla. I want to be apart of your life again but I don't want us to be like we use to be." He exhaled deeply and I looked down at my lap. Listening to that was harder than I though.

"We leave tomorrow, I don't know whether it would work." I whispered.

"We'll text each other, I need you in my life. I need my sister." He argued.

"You don't understand how awkward this is for me." I replied.

"You feel awkward? I'm trying to make emends with my sister and her fück buddy is sat next to her." Ok, what is his problem?

"Seriously Kris? You're bringing that back up? I thought that I made it clear to you that Jonathan and I are a couple. Just because some fücking hockey players were taking the pïss, doesn't mean it's true. You know what? I'm done with trying Kris."

"Trying? You told me your side of the story and think that's trying? You don't even know the definition of trying." He argued back.

"Fück this. C'mon Kayla." Jonathan spoke as he grabbed my hand and lead me out of the room before I could say anything else. Like seriously though, who the hell does he think that he is? Jonathan and I made our way back to the hotel room and began to pack, apparently he wanted me to leave before anything else could happen.

"You know what Jon? That's the first time I've ever seen my nephew in the flesh and he's already two years old." I scoffed making him kiss my head to calm me down. "I need your help Jon. Like, seriously, let's forget about packing." I suggested making him sigh.

"Baby this is a problem that sëx can't solve. You need to decide whether you want to be in your nephew's life, and if you do then you need to become civil with your prïck of a brother. " He comforted. Why couldn't this day have gone better?