Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 93

"Melissa, please, just talk to me. Why are you acting like this? You seem.... Lost." I pleaded. Melissa had been staying with us for at least three weeks now, and it was starting to drive me insane. We had to completely rearrange everything for her, and work around her schedule. She told me she would stay with us until she got back on her feet, but how much time does she need? Of course, I didn't tell her how I truly felt. She needed me to be there for her.

"You won't understand." Melissa said.

"You might be surprised." I say, trying to make her feel better.

"No. You won't understand. You don't understand what it's like to have no house, no husband, no kids, and no job." She said harshly. I didn't know what to say back. She was right. I really couldn't put myself in her situation.

"I really don't want to be reminded every single day by you that your life is better than mine." She said, a cruel tone in her voice.

"I never said that." I said, my voice low. That really hurt. I felt like every single moment we shared, every secret, every laugh, was all for nothing. It felt like it meant absolutely nothing to her.

She was there for me when I had nothing. Now I'm trying to be there for her, and she's accusing me of making her feel bad? I'm helping her.

"Oh please, you're thinking it. I know how you feel about me. You think that you're better than me, with your little daughters, and your big-shot architect husband, and I'm sick of it."

"Then why are you here?" I snapped. I had about enough at this point. She's ungrateful, and she's selfish. I've never felt more angry at a person in my life.

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Although my feelings for Melissa had completely changed, I still felt like a terrible person.

I told Toby everything when he returned home from work, and that night, I cried on his shoulder. There was still this feeling in my gut telling me that I was wrong, and that I need Melissa just as much as she needs me.

"Spencer, you shouldn't feel bad. Melissa was being rude and disrespectful. You didn't do anything wrong." He assured me.

But I did feel bad. I felt like I went too far. I felt like I ruined my relationship with my sister.

I wiped away some of my tears. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." I said. Toby looked worried. No, he looked helpless. He knew what was going on in my head, and he knew there really was no way to fix things.

"Alright." Toby said, turning off the lamp on our nightstand. The room went dark. Although Toby was right next to me, I was suddenly overcome with the feeling of loneliness.

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Melissa called three times in the following few weeks. She left multiple text messages, mostly consisting of things such as "are you speaking to me yet?" or, "I need some cash," or, "I need help." All of which I didn't respond. Melissa needs to figure things out on her own. After all, she is five years older than me. She's thirty, and she needs to enter this new decade of her life knowing what to do, and financially stable.

I wanted to help her, believe me, but I can't always be there for her. I have a life of my own. And besides, I gave her a place to live, and she rejected me.

I was starting to think that the whole "perfect sisters" relationship that Melissa and I had was just some twisted fantasy.