Lucia's POV
Last night with Ethan was fun I guess. I don't really go out or do anything but stay home in my room.
I'm currently laying sideways on my bed with my drapes closed. The sound of someone knocking on my bedroom door abrupts my thoughts.
"We're going out for dinner. Get dressed" my mom opens the door and then closes it.
That's weird.
We never go out for dinner.
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I finish getting ready and walk downstairs.
"So why are we going out for dinner" I put my shoes on.
"Your cousin Hope is in town!" My mom cheers.
I instantly become annoy and feel anger growing inside of me.
Hope is my cousin. She's a two years older than me and is in college to become a doctor.
We use to be super close as kids but that stopped once my mom stepped in. My mom always compares me to Hope. She would always say things to me like "Why can't you be as smart as Hope?", "How come you don't want to become a doctor like Hope?" , "Why can't you cook and clean like Hope?" , etc.
My mom made me have a hatred towards Hope. I hate the feeling of having to compete with Hope, so I just stopped talking to her.
"Let's get going" my dad grabs the key to the car.
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The car ride there was awkward because I had an "attitude". My mom mentioned something about how I wasn't a good child like Hope. I rolled my eyes and huff.
If only she knew.
Hope is a wild child. Of course my mom doesn't know half the s.hit Hope does, what aunt would? Hope only shows the side my mom wants to see which is a sweet child who studies hard.
"Hey Lucia!" Hope stands up to hug me.
I walk past her and sit down at the table in the restaurant. I'm already in a bitchy mood, and she wants to come and hug me?
Everyone hugs Hope and takes a seat alongside the table. Hope sits in front of me, and my mom right beside me.
Great.
"Stop being a rude brat" my mom whispers in my ear harshly.
I immediately feel a wave of emotions hitting me. I feel anger, sadness, piss, hurt, etc. I can't explain the feeling.
"So Hope, how's college" my mom speaks.
"Oh it's alright. I just have to study a lot to maintain all A's" she smiles at my mom.
"Awe, look at that. She has all A's" my mom glares at me.
I'm a B student, but I try so damn hard.
I feel my eyes get glossy.
Shit.
I immediately dig my finger nail into my hand to make myself focus on something else, so I will not cry.
I hear my mom and Hope having an enjoyable conversation while I'm just staring at the shelf of alcohol on the other side of the room.
There's Hennessy, whisky, Tequila, Crown, Vodka, etc. I really need some right now. I really want some right now.
As I'm staring at the shelf, a family walks past it, drawing my attention to them.
They are being seated, and I notice how happy the family is. There's a couple with one girl and one boy. Their children are no older than 8-years-olds.
