"Alice, you have to think this through!" I said this to my sister as she went down the stairs.
"I did. Y/N Ronnie said he doesn't want Carol," she said.
Carol was about 2 years old, and the moment she was born and Ronnie saw her, he said that she wasn't his child and that he didn't want her in the house.
Me and my family always hated Ronnie; he was always drunk, and we knew that he was no good for Alice. Me and Alice didn't really grow up together; our parents divorced when we were three, and my dad took me and went back to his hometown in Russia.
While my mom stayed in West Virginia with Alice, and we didn't see each other again until we were fourteen, I was picked on a lot since I wasn't raised learning English, and it took me a while to learn it.
"You never cheated on him; it's the asshole's fault for being insecure. Are you really going to choose him over your own daughter?" I said my anger was rising.
"No! Ok, I'm not," she said.
"Then why the hell are you sending her away? Where is she going?" I yelled.
"To an adopting center"
"No, she's not!" I said that and let out an angry breath.
"You know what to give her to me," I said, and she gave me a surprised look.
"Y/n"
"Give. her to me, Alice!" I said my voice was firm and serious.
I wasn't able to have children because of an accident that happened when I was younger, and I was not going to let my niece be given to some stranger.
I always loved Carol and spoiled her on her first birthday, but I did that with Barbra too. I loved all my nieces, so if my sister didn't want Carol, I felt like I was next in line to take her.
I owned my own billion-dollar company, was recently divorced, and had some maids and helpers to assist her when I wasn't home, which meant I had plenty of room for Carol. It irked me that Alice would give her child away.
