chapter five memories

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"Baltimore?" she asks.

I still laying by the door."may i have some German chocolates from the mini fridge?"

"Of course anything sweetheart anything."

"You these are the cheap ones from Aldi's right."

"they were my favorite as a kid i used to get them all the time mother would buy a box save it for my birthday and yell  come get your chocolates in my retarded father's ear."

"by the way speaking of your father how's ivy doing?"

"He took mother on an all expense paid trip to the Caribbean islands until our child is born I heard this morning mother was getting the massage of her life in their bedroom."she laughs.


I sigh heavily"So what do you want do?"

"why don't you get out you're old baby clothes."

"here it is."

"OH these are so cute!"

"Hey how bout that box?"

"It's nothing." I spit.

"Are you hiding something?" She asks.

"NO, i'm not it's just IT's my little sisters box." He shouts going into full sobbing.

"You never told me you had a sister when can i meet her?"

"You can meet her now." He sighs.

The gravestone he took me to was for an infant.The stone said "Murdered in the night by a unknown man Emma Westly."

Baltimore falls to his knees on the grave gripping his hands"I killed her."

 "I've dishonored our family name I feel so ashamed."

"I was jealous i was young so insecure I thought father loved her more than me and on his death bed i left a note on her bed saying you were always the better one and the rest is history!"

"We all make mistakes." she assures.

"Try not to make this one again."

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