Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Part two: Chapter 3

Part two: Chapter 3-

I feel like I am about to pass out or faint or something. I was going to do something. I just didn’t know what. My fingers curled gently around the edges of the package then tightened roughly ruining how neat it was.

“Lillian I’m talking to you. What, have you gone deaf now?” Mom cusses. Then she grabbed my arms tightly, dragging me right from Santana and to her expensive perfume smelling self. “I found whiskey in your room. Are you crazy? Since when-“

“I’m sure this is a misunderstanding. Lilly wouldn’t- “ Santana pauses and give me a glance I couldn’t read before continuing. “Maybe you should just relax Mrs. Griffin.  You’re over reacting. It probably isn’t as bad as you’re making it.”

“Bad? Bad? You want me to tell you what’s bad Ms. David? Bad is the fact that this little brat continuously complains even though she has the world at her fingertips. Bad is the fact that she’s suicidal even though she doesn’t have a good reason. But, drinking? Under my roof? Now that is horrible.”

She let me go and put both her hands at the side of her face. Her eyes furred together in a frown and her eyes popping out of her head. “Oh, God. People are going to think I’m raising a drunk. Imagine what this is going to do to my business…My reputation. All because of you.”

“Lillian?” Georgia speaks for the first time. It was more like a hiss. I turn to that she too held a frown and a disappointed look.  “Say something.”

“Where did you get alcohol?”

I stood there, staring at her pissed off, old, worn face. It hurt more knowing she was angry at me than knowing Mom would probably let Dad spank for days for this one.

“Oh she’s a devil. She probably stole it. What is your problem Lillian? Every year there’s something new that’s wrong with you! Why can’t you just…I don’t know. Be good. Be a good little child for once in your life.” Mom spat. She reaches to grab a hold of me again. When she does she shakes me hard, her nails digging into my skin deep.

Santana shoves her off me and takes me into her arms.

“Santana, go home.” Georgia says. “This doesn’t concern you. I’m so sorry you even saw any of it.”

“No. If I’m leaving, I’m leaving with Lillian. You guys need to just relax. Whatever she did or didn’t do it can be fixed. You’re acting like it’s the end of the world. You don’t even know if it’s true or not yet. How do you think Lillian feels?” She wraps her arms around my waist gently, holding me to her, out of arms reach from both my Mother and Georgia.

“She could have killed herself Santana. You’re a child just like she is. You don’t understand. Go home.” Georgia retaliates.

“I understand that she’s scared.”

“Santana! Don’t let me tell you again…Let Lillian go and go home.”

“And why were you in Cynthia’s room? You have no right going in there.” Mom interrupts, Tears now threatening to overflow her eyes. I knew those tears weren’t for me. They never could be. I frown.

How could she? She finds out something horrible about me and she cries for my dead sister instead.

Even in death Cynthia got all of my mother’s attention. How selfish of her!

“Cynthia is dead Mom.” I say harshly. “She isn’t coming back. I’m not her. Stop expecting her to just pop out of nowhere and make everything alright again. It isn’t going to happen. She’s dead. Despite our wishes, she’s dead.”

Those tears were now leaking out of hers like a waterfall along with her the most of her makeup.

“Don’t you dare-“

“How could you? You don’t think it hurts me she’s gone. You’ve never even comforted me about it.”

I was tempted to call her a bitch but that was going too far even for me.

Instead I grab Santana’s hand and headed towards the door. Neither of them tried to stop us.

A/N_ I know it was short. Sorry. I'll update again soon, I promise.