Jake's Younger Sister

• reunion pt. 3 •

My mother stood at the door, her face was ashen and the notable eye bags below her once vibrant eyes were swelled and heavier than ever. She had looked like she hadn't slept in days, maybe even weeks. Her mahogany hair was styled in a messy and harsh ponytail at the back of her head. Her shaking hands were wrapped around her miniature waist, hugging herself. She had lost a unnerving amount of weight, it made me worry that she needed medical attention. I glanced behind her slightly hunched body in suspicion, where was father? Not that I had wanted to see his tall, hostile figure standing over my mother intimidatingly. Where he would instantly let out a stream of invective.

My mother sauntered towards me with small steps, while rapidly blathering false remarks; including how much she missed Jake and I, what she would do to have us back in her challenged, regretful life and her best memories of us which was most definitely false as she had never been around to even remember a handful.

What an act.

Before she could get anywhere near me, my shocked body unfroze and I took a substantial step back. "Where's dad? Why isn't he here with you?" I acknowledged harshly, I wasn't going to fall for her act. Once those words fell from my mouth, my mother stopped in her tracks completely. Her jaw clenched with irritation and her lips pulled back in a grimace. She took a shallow breath, her teeth gritting together without her noticing. "You're father and I have went separate ways, Amora." She answered timidly, "Not that you would know that, you left us; your parents for this perfect life you now have." She criticised. Her act was falling apart at this point.

However, surprise did fill my body, most probably shock that she had finally left him. When she revealed that they had went their separate ways, I was almost glad he was gone even though their life doesn't concern me anymore. I was sick of vituperation from sickening ill-bred men like him. Though that doesn't mean my mother was an angel. They were as bad as each other in every way you could imagine. I felt proud of my mother slightly but I still realised she wasn't a victim like she always painted herself to be, I was the victim.

I was the child that was kept awake all night by the sounds of my once in love parents screaming and shouting, I was the child that was falsely loved - I believed that my parents truly did love me, just didn't know how to showcase it accurately, i thought they would hit me and beat me until I couldn't breath out of love, I genuinely thought they were doing it for my own good.

I was used over, and over and over again for their benefit.

I felt like second-hand clothing, clothes that were always supposed to find a loving home, where they would get showered in love and where they could feel proud that they were getting shown off. Instead, they get shoved into a closet to never be seen again. They sit there for years and years, collecting dust and lint - waiting for the love they deserve, but never getting it.

That's me.

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I was brought back into reality when my mothers ghost-white hand touched my face, caressing my cheek. My hand flew to hers and I slapped her hand away from my face, stepping back once again. "Don't touch me." I snarled fiercely. My mothers eyes widened at my sudden outburst and her eyebrows shot up. Shock written on her face, she even began to shake; shake with laughter.

"Look at you, trying to be all defensive and authoritative." She taunted with a manipulative grin forming on her face, "It's useless now, Amora. You're coming home with me and that's final." She chastised crudely, edging closer to me. Her hand slithered around my own, tightly; so tight I couldn't break free.

Until a hand, pulled me back. Pushing me behind them, Jake. "She's going nowhere with you, Lillian." He bellowed, towering over our lousy excuse of a mother. "Lillian? Can't even call me your mother?" Lillian laughed. Jake scoffed at her incompetence, his jaw flexed and his face was hardened. "I think it's time you leave, Lillian." He emphasized while everyone began to walk towards Jake and I. Once Colby was in my line of sight, I reached for his hand instantly. He squeezed my hand, reassuringly and protectively. I knew he wasn't going to let anything happen to me.

"I'm not leaving without Amora; she's under 21! Jake!" She needs the guidance of a legal guardian. You are aware of this." She smiled evilly, as if she had won in any case. But it ached to realise she had no idea what my age was nor when I was born. I emerged from the swarm of friends shielding me, finally beaming with joy. "I'm 22 years old, Lillian." I replied with a smile. "Nevertheless, you'd never know because you weren't there." I said truthfully.

From there, I saw Lillian's face drop. The wicked grin she once wore vanishing from her face. Her eyes were down casted to the floor with embarrassment and she had grown quiet, the most quiet I had ever heard her, finally peace. "I suggest you leave, mother before I call the police." I cautioned, "I don't want to see you in the back of a police car, again." I complained checking my nails out of boredom.

Lillian raised her head, tears glistening in her marine blue eyes. I see you trying to play the sad card. I didn't even blink when I stared into her guilty eyes. My mother quickly averted her gaze from me. She couldn't even meet my eyes! "Without me, you're nothing." She spoke in hushed tones. "DO YOU HEAR ME? NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL." She screamed in despair. She didn't have anything left to fight for.

A small giggle erupted from me at her outburst. "Without you, I've built myself a second chance at life, I have friends that feel like family that love me. Do you even though what love is, Lillian? Because you certainly didn't when you had me." I sneered. "Look around you, everything good in my life happened when you weren't in my life. And if that isn't a sign that you should leave, I don't what is." I spoke angrily.

You call yourself my mother, when know i only know you as Lillian. God, you abused me for fuck sakes!" I laughed slightly at her audacity to even still be in my life. "I'll never forget the way you treated me, your own daughter. I had to grow up early and leave my childhood behind, by the time i was 8 it was already no sunshine's and rainbows anymore, you know what that does to a kid? It fucks them up for life. I'll never forgive you that's for certain." I concluded.

Lillian hunched over, gripping her heart with weak breaths as she began to choke up on her own torrent of tears. "I'm sorry, A-amora," she sobbed, her lip trembling. "I'M SORRY!" She yelled one more time. I turned away from her because I couldn't look at that shambles of a mother. I wiped the tears that brimmed at my eyes and returned one more look at her. I stared down at her reddened, downcast eyes, which were full of hurt and despair yet had once been full of love, once upon a time. "Get out of this house and out of my life, I don't want to see you with my own eyes ever again." "I'm one phone call away from the police station down the road," I said. Don't assume I'm not going to call." I hissed in disgust at the act she was still putting on.

She finally stood up and walked slowly to the door, sobbing her miserable heart out. I maintained my guarded gaze and refused to show her the emotion she desired. She had done nothing to deserve it. She didn't deserve my pain and cries; she deserved hell.

As she reached our front door, she turned around to me. The now grown up Amora not the small, helpless 'mory' that would hug into her teddy when she was tortured and neglected by her own 'loving' parents. "I love you." She whispered. At those fake three words, I felt my heart shatter and fall onto the ground.

"No, you don't." I replied with the smallest sniffle, then she walked out.

Authors Note:

Hi Everyone! Sorry for the VERY late uploads. I've been busy celebrating and spending time with my family, especially as my sister came home for Christmas this year. I was busy having fun and all of that but also the truth is that I lost motivation for this story, I knew what I wanted to write just didn't know how. So I had to give myself some time to get myself out of my writters block but her I am with this piece of work that I loved writing! Hope you enjoyed it! I'm here to also tell you we are on the way to finishing this book! Only a few more chapters my friends! I'm sad to finish but all good things must come to an end. I'm going to keep uploading more chapters frequently and I'll see you soon!

I hope you all enjoyed your Christmas period and got spoiled! To those that don't celebrate I hope you've had a wonderful break off school! Also happy new year, 2024 is going to be our year!

Love you all. xx