Sugar, Spice, Who Said I was Nice?

Drunken Angry Birds

When I saw my long lost aunt, I never thought that Cody would be more shocked to see her more than I was. He paled, as if Aunt Chloe was a ghost. My lips were trembling because the woman who I looked up to has finally come back, but I could only feel anger boiling up inside of me. She left without even telling me, or leaving a note. She was like a puff of smoke. Gone, just like that.

Cody was the first to speak, well it came out more broken than I expected him. "I thought you were dead." 

So she was the woman who seemed like a mother to him.

"Cody..." She trailed off, looking at him, with only sadness.

"Oh, so you left your entire family so you could nurture another child, only to pretend to be dead, and not only hurting a child who looked up to you, but two?" I hissed. "And to think I wanted to be just like you when I grew up." 

Aunt Chloe- I take that back. I mean, Chloe, looked like she was truly hurt by my words. Well I hope it did, but right now I wanted to vent my anger towards her.

"You just disappeared. No note, no phone call, nothing. And then poor Cody, he thought of you as a mother, and you go and fake a death. Do you know how much damage you have caused for the both of us? I don't think you do, because I haven't seen you in seven years." 

"Carter, I am so, so sorry for leaving like that. Jon thought that me flying back and forth was just too much, and I had to lead an important mission, just like you did, and that meant leaving for a while. And for you, Cody, it had to be done. I had to pretend to be dead because if I didn't, Jon wouldn't be here right now. It was better me than him. I really hope the both of you forgive me..." She looked sincere, but I wasn't letting her off that easily.

The beautiful boy beside me shook his head. "I can't do this right now..." And then he left.

"I don't have the same response as him, because he thought he lost another important person forever, and I lost the only person who understood me." 

I left her with my stinging words hanging in the air.

I felt pain inflict on me when I realized that I was gripping the blade of the butterfly knife tightly. I watched as blood poured out of the nasty gash, and I swore to myself. The blood dribbled down my arm, and I sighed, heading to the nearest first aid box.

"Carter? What happened to your hand?" A depressed looking Jonathan asked me.

I looked down at the hand I was caressing in the other and grinned sheepishly. "You could say I was either playing with some toys, or I took my anger out on my hand with a knife."

 "I assume it has to do something with your aunt?" He asked.

I looked at him with fire blazing in my eyes. "You knew? You knew she was my aunt?!" I shouted.

"Yes..." He said quietly.

"Well thank you Jon. Now I don't even know who even gives a damn about how I'm feeling right now. I mean, my supposed 'mentor' knows my aunt, and doesn't even tell me that she's still alive, and the woman I looked up to is lying about everything, so it seems that this world is really about lying and breaking promises." I said harshly.

"Carter, don't you go off saying those kinds of things. I had no clue about the fact that Chloe was alive. Before today, she was dead to everyone, and gone to your family. I didn't tell you I knew her because you know very well why I did. So don't go around assuming things." 

I felt my vision get blurred with my traitor tears, and that's when I broke down into Jon's arms. He wrapped his arms around me in a fatherly way, and pulled me into a hug.