Jc Caylen's Little Sister

epilogue (part two)

eleven years later...

i stared at my now fourteen year old daughter in disbelief. the tears that were just falling from her eyes were no longer visible, and she seemed more angry than sad. i tried to comfort her through the sad time she was going through, but that wasn't good enough.

"you do not know what i am going through, mom. you never will. i hate you!" she screamed. her voice was laced with anger, as she raced up the stairs to her room. i stayed back a minute, just thinking about what she said.

"mom, she didn't mean it. she's just angry, she loves you so much," grayson whispered pulling me into hug. even at sixteen years old, he still cared about me just as much as when he was younger.

"call your father and tell him to come home before we have one less daughter," i told him, only half joking. he nodded, picking up his cell phone from the kitchen counter.

"sophia renee, open the door," i yelled, wiggling the knob. she just turned her music up louder, completely ignoring me. i used my foot, knocking the door loose and pushing myself into her room. "your not getting your door back until you learn to listen," i told her, making up something completely random on the spot.

"i don't want to talk about this with you. i'll just wait until dad gets home, because he actually cares about me and will actually understand," she yelled, trying to push me out of the room.

"if anybody in this damn house knows anything about what you're going through. when i was fourteen, i was worried about way more than the boyfriend i had for two weeks. you barely even knew him, soph," i told her. she rolled her eyes.

"we were in love, mom. you don't understand. you never will," she yelled once more.

"when i was three years old, i was abducted from a shopping mall. i had no idea until i was almost eighteen years old. i never knew your grandma or uncle jc. i was raped, and almost beaten to death on two occasions by my two different abusive boyfriends. i was in the hospital for two weeks, literally died and was resuscitated. i attempted suicide, and got pregnant at nineteen years old. grayson, my first baby, almost died. i was a single mom for grayson for two years because i thought your father cheated on me. i had a still born baby, and it was my fault she died.i was stalked and beaten by the same ex boyfriend. i was reunited with your father, and got pregnant with you. so please tell me again how awful your life is, and how i will never understand. how this is the worst that could ever happen, because all of that happened within three years, sophia. three years," i screamed. her face went white.

"mom, i-. i didn't know," she whispered. i nodded, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"of course you didn't. because i never said anything. because i wanted to give you the best life you could. i didn't want your life to reflect my past, so i kept it pushed under a rock. for you. i do everything for you, and you don't respect a damn thing i do for you. you never say thank you, you never say you love me, i can never hug you or even talk to you without you getting an attitude. but it's a completely different story with your father. what the hell am i doing wrong, sophia. tell me," i cried.

kian ran into the room, grabbing my shoulder. his face softened when he saw the fresh tears lining my red cheeks. grayson came into the room, helping me into my bedroom. he sat in front of me, holding me as i cried. the same thing i did for him so many years ago.

"you are so awesome, mom. you are the strongest person i know," he whispered. he hugged me tightly, his tears staining my shirt.

"i love you so much. my first baby" i smiled, kissing his cheek. "i was so scared when you were born. you almost died, gray. your father had no idea i was pregnant when you were born either," i smiled.

i felt more calm now. it almost felt like there was a weight lifted off of my shouldes. i was carrying around so much baggage and it felt so good to finally let some of it go. there was a knock at my door.

sophia's head popped through the door, silently asking if she could come in. i motioned her over to my bed, patting the spot in front of me. grayson kissed my cheek before leaving the bedroom and shutting the door behind me.

"dad explained everything to me. everything that happened to you when you were a teenager. i'm really sorry mom. i should have treated you better, but i took you for granted," she whispered.

"i get it. you're a teenager. i just don't get your teenage years because mine were so different. i was living with my kidnappers basically. i was on a tight leash, and i had to be honest about everything. i have to realize that you aren't going to be like i was," i told her. she leaned into my shoulder.

"and i need to be more grateful for all the amazing things you do for me. you drive me to practice and come to all of my recitals. you buy me clothes and cook me dinner and make sure the house is clean. you are literally super mom. you can do it all and i don't tell you how great you are enough," she replied.

"and  i don't tell you how awesome of  a daughter you are, enough. you are a kick butt dancer, an awesome student, a great cook, and a really great singer." she smiled, and hugged me tightly.

"when you were younger, you might have only been jc caylen's little sister or kian lawley's girlfriend, but now, you are the greatest mom, wife, and best friend ever," she smiled, hugging me even tighter. i smiled widely, kissing her head repeatedly.

it doesn't get any better than this.

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this was the very last chapter of this book which makes me very sad. but i am working on the sequel, so be prepared for an update about it shortly.

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