Only Hers

Chapter Thirteen

Kazimir

I sat on the couch with my head in my hands. She left me. She was somewhere out there pregnant with our baby. Somewhere where she chose to be, she chose to leave me.

"I'm sorry Kazimir," she says, gently.

I don't lift my head to look at her. My eyes felt heavy, pain, shock, disappointment, sadness building further inside of me. The bricks layering on and on.

Was any of it real?

"The reason why I can't stand her is because she was our mom's favorite. That night she died, I wished it was her. I was always an afterthought in their eyes, sure I got recognized for things, but I just couldn't be as good as her," she spoke, weakly.

I lifted my head from my hands and I gazed up at her. She had a sad smile on her face, her eyes were distant and clouded. I could see her thinking of her childhood.

"Imani was always better than me, so when our mother died that would mean that my dad's attention would be centered to me. It would make me the favorite. I used that to put all my pain and anger onto her, because...because what our dad did-."

She paused and she looked down. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Why was she telling me this?

"What do you want? You're telling me this for a reason," I say, suspiciously.

"You want to know why I hate my sister so much, I'm telling you, but can you untie me?"

"No," I scoffed.

I didn't even move. She thinks telling me a story would change my mind. She sighed and leaned back into the chair.

"I'm not going to run, where would I even go? I have nobody, please my wrist hurt," she pleads.

"I'll think about it, keep going," I retort.

I wanted to keep listening. I only know Imani's side. Not hers. I was somewhat intrigued to hear why she hated Imani.

"Our dad was abusing another girl, a family friend. Nobody believed her, because she would have sexual relationships with a lot of guys, but also because my parents had a tight knit relationship. Why would he want a teenager? He's a married man. Imani had decided on that night in the car, she wanted to ask about it."

I watched her carefully. I could hear in her voice and body language that she was telling the truth. She had no reason to lie to me. I rose from the couch, not even thinking about the consequences.

She looked up at me as I went over to her and began untying the rope on her wrist. I was gentle with her as she was tugging on them so much.

"Our mom stopped paying attention to the road and almost ran into a semi-truck, but Imani turned the wheel at the last second since she saw it, but it only led to our mother getting hit on her side, while Imani got a few broken bones and scratches," she continued.

"Our mother probably knew what he was doing as a week before or during that time, they were arguing about something. I wasn't supposed to be listening, but all I knew was my mother was going to leave him. She was going to leave him, because she found out that he was actually sexually abusing that girl."