Temptress

37|Old Neighbourhood

Sereia's POV

I sat in my car, with the doors locked, as I parked in front of my childhood home.

It's been a while since I've been here.

Besides a few neighbours making small changes to their houses, nothing much has changed.

The small, white wooden house was still there, slowly deteriorating. The grass around the house was high and there was trash all over the yard.

My father hasn't cared for the place in six years.

I watched a few thugs eye my car, some I grew up with and the others seemed new.

I took a deep breath before unlocking my car and stepping out.

As I walked to the house, memories flooded my mind.

Memories of Violet and I playing in the front, memories of my father teaching me how to ride a bike, memories of planting flowers with my mother.

Oh, how I used to love flowers.

I would go to the local store and buy buckets filled with them.

Dad cursed me out a few times and complained that I was wasting the money we already didn't have.

Back then, I didn't understand.

Life was so sunny and bright. Now it's cloudy and dark.

Sunshine.

A few of the neighbourhood kids used to call me.

Now I'm sure if they looked at me, they wouldn't have a clue who I was.

Even if they did, they wouldn't want to use that nickname anymore.

I was far from sunshine.

I knocked on the door before my mother opened it.

A big smile appeared on her face before she hugged me. "Baby, you made it."

I surprisingly hugged her back.

I just wanted a hug.

The man who used to comfort me is the reason why I need a hug.

He keeps leading me on and when I try to move forward with him, he pulls back.

I know that he feels sorry for doing it to me, but being sorry won't help.

My life is already shit. I don't need it getting worse.

I'll just do what I planned on doing; ruin him and Olivia.

I've reached this far in life without a man and I sure as hell won't change that now.

"Come in," she said as she pulled me in.

I was immediately met with a bunch of cocaine and heroin on the living room table.

"Mom!" I shouted.

She smiled. "Do you want some, baby?"

My whole body began to shout yes. "No, I'm clean."

I forced myself to look away. "Where is he?"

She held my hand as she led me to my father's bedroom.

I sighed when I saw him with a bottle of beer in his hand while watching TV.

"Look who is here to see you," my mom said as she held his hand and he turned to look at me. "Go on, say what we practised."

I expected his response to be your sister could've been the one to come visit or I don't want to see a disappointment right now.