Hidden Sister

Thirteen

Blake

Sitting on my bed, I threw the small soccer-ball I was holding up and down. Pretty soon, this movement transferred from throwing it to the wall and back.

Each throw became more powerful as I unleashed my anger.

I was mad at a bunch of things and people right now.

My mom

Damien

The world

And others which I choose not to name

I heard footsteps approach and automatically recognized them. I could recognize them anywhere. If you put me in a stadium and I heard that person waking, I could identify it as mom in a split second.

"Are you done letting your anger out?" She questioned me, as I faved my wall and just simply stared at it.

I wasn't in fact done being angry. Hell, I'm pissed, annoyed, frightened and angry all at the same time, but my mom can't know that. She may be my mom, but she's been through enough in her lifetime.

I've figured out some of it, but mom won't let us see everything. It was only after we left New York that I saw mom cry for the first time. Every-night after she would make sure I was asleep, her cries would echo off the walls. Even though she tried to conceal her pain, it made me angry at everyone who had hurt her.

My mother was the most strongest woman I have ever known; by now, it's clear she's been through more than the average person. After all that has happened, I learned that and how she kept going for us.

The bills started to pile up and she tried to hide it, but it was obvious to me. All those suddenly late shifts and her working over-time to provide us with food and keep us safe.

Most people would make jokes and complain about their parents but they don't know how lucky they are. I'm lucky too, I have a mom that cares for me, most don't have that.

Mom shouldn't know about the recent events, it would hurt her even more. Damien forced me to tell him since I can tell he loves mom. Somehow, they used to be close but I haven't figured that part out yet either.

"Blake, you can talk to me. Please, tell me what's wrong." Mom spoke softly, sitting on the edge of my bed and putting a hand on my back.

Suddenly, I stopped throwing the ball and let it drop from my hands. My eyes were suddenly casting downwards; mom knew that look better than anyone.

"You don't have to hide anything from me, please tell me what's wrong." Mom begged, as I finally had the courage to look into mom's eyes.

"Mom, I-I don't want to make it any worse than it already is," I explained, my voice cracking a little bit. Mom smoothed out a piece of my hair.

"Blake, you need to tell me because if something is wrong, I need to know how to fix it. Please, don't be like how I was to my parents," Mom begged. That caught me off guard, mom never speaks about her parents. Hell, we don't even know what happened to them. I remember once mom told me they died, but I'm not believing that lie anymore.

My eyes trailed down to the floor again.

After our life was going better, how could I tell her this?

This would destroy the mood.

And worse, it would make everyone even more miserable.

Because when mom's not happy, she sometimes yells at us or scolds us for the most stupidest stuff, which makes us even more miserable.

"I-I can't mom, I'm sorry." I spoke, looking down like the coward I was.

Mom let out a sigh this time, an exhausted one. From the doorway, I saw Damien secretly watching us. Usually, I was a very good observer, a trait that I got from neither my mom or my dad.

"One time when I was your age, a couple of girls decided it would be okay to push me around. They would call me names and bother me, up to the point where I fought one of them and it ended up pretty badly. The principle asked me why I did this and I lied to her and took all the blame for it. When I was older, I lost a lot of my friends because of some dumb decisions I made and I basically shut everyone out. It all came to bite me back in the ass again Blake. Even now, I still regret not talking to someone today." Mom spoke.

Sooner or later the truth was going to come out, right?

"We can talk when you are ready," Mom spoke, getting up and heading out of the room.

This was my chance to tell her, it was now or never.

Now before I regret it.

"H-he called mom," I spoke in a small voice, which made her stop dead in her tracks. Standing up from the bed, I faced mom and now Damien too.

"Who called?" She questioned. I made eye-contact with Damien and he nodded his head for me to continue. I took a deep breath and finally spit out the truth.

"Dad called me and he told me he got out of jail and can't wait to see us again."

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OOOOOOO!!!

Plot twist!

Was anyone expecting this?

Don't worry because the backstory will be further explained. This book will be at least 20-25 chapters, then an epilogue and no sequel because I wanna focus on other fandoms, not just the Shaytards.

So I've been thinking of starting a GMW fan-fiction when I finish Bucket List. Since this is prewritten, I still have to right the bonus chapters for Bucket List.

After that, I will be finishing Two Sides and that will be getting a sequel as well. But the focus of that book will be Shaytards and another fandom that I am not spoiling.

Ily guys 💓💓