Hidden Sister

Eighteen

Gianna

"How long are you going to be back for?" My mother asked me, as she looked at me, not believing her own eyes. I shrugged as Colette came and served me some cookies.

"Thank you Colette." I thanked her, as she gave me a small smile. My children were playing downstairs and I was up here, catching up with everyone.

A lot had changed since I had left almost fourteen years ago; Shay is now married to Colette and has five kids which wasn't a surprise since Shay always had a big heart. Casey was married to his wife named Kayli, who I had met when I was on the plane and they had three kids. Carlie had one boy, but had divorced her first husband and was now with Jackson, pregnant at the moment along with Kayli. Logan was the one that had changed the most from the little eight year old boy I once knew long ago. He had gotten a girlfriend and was still finishing college.

Observing all the pictures in the room, I could tell they were a good family. Seeing those pictures reminded me of my ex-husband, the abusive asshole that I thought was the best person that I have met. He was one of the reasons I had left my home, the other being drugs and all the drama that happened with my high-school classmates and friends.

My ex-husband had originally helped me out when we first met where he also lent me drugs and acted like a sweetheart. After I left, I immediately stayed with him in New York, which was a change from what I was used to. We had started to sleep together and I got pregnant with Blake by accident.

Nonetheless, he had asked me to date him and one thing lead to another and we had a wedding ceremony when Blake was two.

After the wedding, he had begun to change. He would usually care for me and show me much love everyday, but all he wanted to do was have sex. After I had Aspen, he started to drink heavily. He would often get drunk and even started to hit me, but when he tried to hit my son, I stopped him. I told him he would be out of our lives if he put a hand on my children.

When I had quit drugs after having Blake, he started them again as well as drinking. He would yell a lot, hitting me sometimes, not all the time. I was too scared for my children's sake to do anything.

It was only when I just had Max and was coming back from the hospital, one of my friends having to drive me since he hadn't bothered showing up. When I got home, I found a few bruises on Blake as well as cuts on him and Aspen.

He then broke down and told me how his 'father' was abusing him everyday when I would leave for work or my morning run. Having enough, I finally called the police and he had gotten arrested. The trial went by shortly and before I knew it, we had relocated to California and that's where I met all of my friends.

As of now, I didn't know where he was and I didn't care as long as his ass stayed away from my family. And since he had called Blake, I needed to do something about it.

"Gianna, Gianna!" Someone called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked and saw that my mother was snapping her fingers in front of my face, a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah? Sorry, I zoned out." I apologized, not wanting to start a fight. It was Christmas and Max's birthday, starting a fight was not on my agenda.

"I was saying-"

"Where is she?" A voice rose up, as I turned my head in that direction.

By the entrance of the living room was my father walking at a fast pace, his face red as if he was mad. Immediately the tone of his voice alerted me making all of my nerves spike up, and not in a good way.

"She's in the dining room. Dad-" Carlie spoke, as he turned around and gave Carlie a serious warning look. Carlie's eyes widened and she backed down, allowing him to come over to me.