t/w implied child sexual abuse
NOTES: thanks for the story inspo Artie
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{from the autobiography of Angelita Rosewood}
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I remember seeing the social media post, right as I opened Instagram. I saw the picture, the caption, the comments, and that it wasn't a joke. I didn't even like the post, just threw my phone across the room.
I was jealous immediately. I was jealous of a kid before they were even fucking born, which is a new level of pathetic, I'll admit.
There was a running joke that I was Skye and Nikandr's kid and I think I took it just a tad bit too seriously. I mean, they paid more attention to me than my actual mother did, and right around when I'd started spending more time with them, Diego had begun spending more time with Geajule.
It was such a stupid fucking thing to be jealous over. Before the damn kid was even born, before it even had an assigned gender and name, I hated it.
I remember I also felt guilty for hating it. Beating myself up over the fact that I should've been happy for them but I just wasn't. I wanted to be, but I wasn't.
Elena had just been born barely two months earlier, so that meant with a whole new baby to take care of, and Diego spending every second of every day with or talking to Geajule, I was getting less attention. Any attention I got at home came from Anthony and I don't think that's the kind of attention one is meant to give to a twelve year old.
I got attention from Skye and Nikandr, though. Whenever we were on set, they were my favorites to be around. And now they were having a baby and I was going to be forgotten all over again.
