Broken halfs.

Chapter 7: Quing high

***Theresa's POV***

The ride home was long. Awfully long and the driver capt to his own business not once glancing at me as if fearing if he did Xavier might just pluck his eyes out.

My mind was in turmoil and although not crying anymore I could still feel my heart breaking. It's not the th ought that I'm sold that hurts. It's 2024. I know my rights and I know well enough I can put the two assholes in Jail.

What hurts is who sold me. My dad did. Something I would never have thought. This is not what I sighed up for in heaven when I agreed to be his daughter, that's if I did sign and if you actually do sign.

Does that make sense?

About thirty minutes ago if you asked me if I was loved and living in a happy family I'd without a doubt say yes but now I was questioning that. If I'm actually loved and cared for.

My sister's know nothing, I know,  but my step mother and mother are just to blame as the man they both let stick his lollipop inside their cookie jar to make babies their just gonna leave to live a miserable life.

I hate my step mom
I hate my mom
I hate my dad

My stepmom Samatha is to blame in the sence that she's the one that has been pressuring my dad to get money so their little bundle of joy inside her can be born in a mansion, I was the sacrifice. The baby was my replacement.

My mom guilty in the sence that she left me. She left all of us. The time I needed my mother she left me. She left her three year old daughter to be raised by her 8 year old eldest daughter. She is heartless.

Thinking about my mother, made me think deeper.
Could my dad had already hated me?
Did he blame me for my mom's runaway?
Did he also think I was responsible?
I remember the day she left. They had a big argument. I remember Olina covering my ears so I did not hear and four year old Maya sobbing loudly.

I remember my mom storming into my room were my sister's and I were in. I remember faintly how she lectured Olina about sibling love and to take care of us. How Olina was crying begging her to stay, crying she couldn't do it.

She hugged the sobbing Maya whispering in her ears. I sat by the bed confused and scared watching everyone around me crying and my dad breaking things in the other room. I remember running out to room to him. He was the only one that was alone and no one needs to be alone.

I guess that's where I made the wrong move. I chose my father over my mother.

When I found him he was leaning by a wall in defeat.

I remember holding his big hand in mine asking him why he was bleeding. I remember him telling me a silly I feel on the liquor cabinet story making me laugh while I did my best to bandage his hand, him obviously doing all the work.

I remember how my mom entered the room and looked at the both of us in disgust as Maya and Olina hugged her legs. She leaned down and kissed both their cheeks and looked down at me who was now standing Infront of her.

Waiting, waiting for my hug and kiss.
It never came!
She simply smiled at me and left.
That was the last I saw of her.

No text from her, calls, gifts even when Olina and Maya got tones.

I mean you're obviously gonna think she's not my real mother but she is. Medical proof is there, incredible matching DNA with the rest of my sisters and most importantly, I of both my sisters look more like her.

I have her eyes, smile, nose, everything. Maybe that's why the reflection I see in the mirror is unfamiliar. 
I look like her yet I'm the one she hates the most.