Cupid's assistant

Chapter 9

At exactly 10, just like she said, Hannah came through the front door. She turned on the light and turned to see me sitting on the couch with my knees to my chest and my arms around them. She dropped all her things and quickly ran over to me throwing her arms around me.

"Sophie! Oh Sophie! What's wrong? Please tell me what's wrong." She says stroking my hair, I start to cry and leaned into her loving and worried embrace. I told her everything. I told her about the phone call with mom are dad this morning, I told her about going to Simon's house and mom calling me and our conversation, I even told her about me beating up the punching bag. All of it just came spilling out of my mouth just like all my emotions came spilling out of my eyes, I couldn't stop. Hannah was sushing me rocking me back and forth and listened to me shedding a tear of her own every now and then. When I was done she whipped away my tears tears and I did the same to her.

We sat there holding each other in silence until my sister got up pulling me up with her, she walked me to my room and gave me a pair of pj's and told me to go change and meet her back in her room. I did as I was told, I changed into the pj's avoiding looking into the mirror because I knew that I looked like a mess. I walked into my sister's room, as soon as I walked in she got up from the bed and hugged me. I was done crying but obviously she wasn't because I felt her tears seeping through my shirt.

"Why are you crying?" I ask her knowing that it wasn't because my mother is a slut and is hurting dad.

"Because you are, and I can't stand to see you cry. I love you sis, and I hate that our own flesh and blood is hurting you and causing you pain."

"How can you play it off like it's fine, like the world is full of rainbows and unicorns? How can you not care?"

"I do care, I just don't care as much. I mostly care about you. I distance myself from our parents for a reason, I see that it is bad and I know that it isn't good for me and I need to get out of this environment. I don't really have a relationship with our parents and you do, so you are the most effected by them. The only reason I come back is to help you and see you. You are the reason that I am reluctant when I leave and you are the reason why I come back to this hell hole. The only reason I've never asked you to come with me is because I know you wouldn't, you wouldn't feel right and you can't go because you actually have a relationship with them."

"I have a relationship with dad, but I don't have one with mom."

"Yes you do, it might not be a good one but it's still a relationship. The dictionary definition of a relationship is the way in which two or more people, groups, countries, etc., talk to, behave toward, and deal with each other. I'm not around enough to have a relationship with our parents."

"I guess. God, when did you become so grown up and smart? Sometimes I feel that you are older. It's weird because I have told all my life to protect you and look out for you when it seems to be you that is doing that job."

"No, we look out for each other. Let's go to sleep it's late, do you want to stay in here tonight?"

"No, I need to sleep on my own tonight. Thank you though. I'll see you in the morning." I say and walk back into my room and fell into a dreamless sleep.