Forever ➳ O'Brien [3]

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"Moony... I was recently contacted by someone named Natalia Mason," Cara began, looking down at her hands as she twiddled her fingers together. Moony sat beside her, having just let Cara into the apartment she lived in alone with Samwise. Dylan had disappeared somewhere into the kitchen area when he saw Cara, how her eyes held bags beneath them that hadn't been there before. He was probably making tea, or something, to distract himself from listening in on the conversation. "She said... she said she's our sister."

"What?" Moony's croaked voice drew Cara's gaze to her younger sister, and she took in the wide eyes, the way her face seemed to have paled in the space of a few seconds. "What do you mean?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Her Father... his name is Richard Mason," Cara began, "That's the name of... of our sperm donor. You know, the one that abandoned us all?" She let out a harsh laugh, and her knee began to bounce. Cara... Cara didn't understand, and she could tell that Moony didn't, either. "He has a daughter. Three, actually."

"Three," Moony repeated, letting her gaze fall to the floor. "How old is the eldest?"

Cara hesitated. "Twenty-three." 

"Oh."

Cara reached out, grabbing her sister by the sleeve of her sweater before she could flee, and pulled Moony towards her, wrapping her arms around her shaking form as she sobbed. Cara had spent many moments in this exact position, comforting her sister after the world treated her too harshly. She didn't remember their Father, not like Cara did, not like Oliver did. But, Cara knew for certain that Moony blamed herself. Because she was the youngest, and their Father left soon after she was born; sent their Mother divorce papers in the mail two weeks later, sent his lawyer to pick them up, and that was that. They hadn't heard from him since. Everything he left behind was burned to ash; the memories turned sour and curdled, and Cara hated him. She hated Richard Mason with a passion. She hated him more and more with each tear Moony shed over him in the last twenty-three years. Moony had cried plenty, she ached with the pain left behind when the father figure forcibly removed itself from her heart, left it empty.

Moony clung to her, sobbed into her shoulder, and Cara could see Sprayberry watching them from the kitchen doorway, his eyes wide and worried. Cara shook her head, mouthed that everything would be alright, because it would be. Moony's tears would dry, and they'd go on with their lives. They'd forget this, and Cara might not have told Moony about the mysterious sisters at all if she didn't respect her sister; if she didn't know that Moony needed to hear it from her before anyone else. Before Natalia Mason could get to her, too, and deliver the news online. Cara wasn't going to let that happen. Because Natalia Mason wasn't Cara Brooks. She wasn't Luna's sister. She wasn't Cara's.

"It'll be alright," she whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of her sister's head, "It'll all be just fine."

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cara is like a secondary parental figure to moony

((u can bet ur ass that they both went straight to their momma's after this & listened to daphne brooks curse their father's name for hurting her girls like he has done))