Melting The Ice Queen

Chapter 22 Briella POV

".. no no NO Bridget. I said no how many times do I have to tell you that?"

"Oh you're being dramatic icy. Mom wants to see you and you have to come. It's Vivs fifteenth birthday. She wants to see you and everyone wants to see you." She says in a angry voice and follows after me as I walk out of the lunch room of the precinct. I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Like hell mom wants to see me. She hasn't talked to for years and I doubt dear Vivian wants me there since I.. since that." I say in a cold voice and sit down at my desk, sipping my coffee and avoiding eye contact with her. Her constant nagging about going to that birthday party is getting to my nerve and I'm about to snap.

"Of come on icy.. would you stop being so childish? Why can't you just come to the party? It's your siste-" "She is not my sister and you know it. She is that bastards and moms child." I say in a stern voice and turn my computer on. She scoffs loudly and crosses her arms with a annoyed look. Her gaze lingers on me as I look at my computer. I feel her gaze on me but I decide to ignore her and get back to my work.

When will she drops this damn topic? Hasn't she bugged me enough? I can't keep telling her no and annoying her. Why can't she just drop it? Mom doesn't love me and doesn't care for me. Never has and never will.

I think to myself as I open up a case file and my eyes soften slightly when I read the text again. And again. And again. No doubt in my mind that this girl is in need of help and she will get it. If not from her parents than from me. I tune my sister out as every Fiber and cell of my body gets focused on this case of this poor and helpless fourteen year old girl.

"Franziska Harris... what happened to you? What is happening with you?" "Franziska who? I'm talking to you icy and you keep on ignoring me. Hey.. HEY!" She claps her hands in front of my face, making me jolt from surprise and shock. I Look at her with a annoyed expression and let out a scoff.

"Let it go Bridget. I'm not going and that's final. Now leave me alone. I have a job to do which is way more important than whatever you are asking me." "How can a simple case be any more important than your own flesh and blood. Mom and Vivian are any you there." She says in a demanding voice and slams her hands on my desk, her face reddening from anger and annoyance. I scoff quietly and turn my chair around, ignoring her nagging.

"Hey hey hey.. don't ignore me. I'm your sister and you have to tell me that you will be coming to Vivian's birthday party. She is your sister too." My heart drops as she continues nagging and complaining. "She is not my sister. You are. Not her. She is that bastards and Olivias daughter. No one else." She lets out a loud gasp and turns my chair around, making me face her and her furious face.

"Don't say stuff like that. She is family and so was old dad. Not our fault he left us." "I don't care if she is. She doesn't like me. Olivia doesn't like me and that bastard certainly didn't care for you, me or anyone else but himself." I say in a frustrated voice and get up from my seat, grabbing my files of the case and walking away while Bridget stood there dumbfounded and annoyed.

I make my way into the briefing room and sit down with a huff. I slam my files down on the table and bury my face in my hands, feeling irritated at Bridget's constant need to 'bring our family back together' and for me to 'get over my own problems'. She always defends our mom and it's just irritating at best and down right infuriating. She always and always gets praised for her 'forgiveness' and 'kindness' while I always get insulted for my 'coldness' and 'harshness'.

So stupid. She is not just nice but naive. Too naive. She trust mom way too much and she could never think that out mommy dearest could do anything wrong.

My grip on the file tightens as more memories of my oh so great childhood keep popping up. I remember all of my birthdays vividly since it was never about me. But it also wasn't about us, Bridget and I, the twins. But about Bridget and mom since mom brought us into this oh so amazing world and Bridget was the child who is actually 'worth it'. She always favoured Bridget since she looks more like mom and I look like my dad and am just 'too much of a reminder' and 'just so difficult'.