My mouth was agape. My face was drained of all color. My eyes threatened to spill tears. This woman. This curvaceous, pristine shaped "human". This ill fitting definition of a "mother". The legitimate spawn of Satan is giving me an ultimatum. Me? Me of all people? This dare I say bitch.
"Well what's it going to be? This offer ends in ten seconds." Her dark brown eyes narrowed impatiently at me. Her lips were pursed, waiting for an answer.
"I-I-I." What the hell am I going to say? Either way I'm losing. Sure one option is kind of better then the other in the big picture, but there are so many cons with both decision. If I were to leave home, where would I go? We haven't come in contact with a relative since I was born. My only friends are the English teacher and I doubt he would take me in as a daughter. That'd be preposterous. If I were to stay and be a nanny, the mental trauma I'm experiencing will just continue. What do I do?
I was deep in my thoughts, pondering every outcome. Would life be better? Would life be worse? Who would I have? What about Damien? Who will he go to when he needs someone? Who will he talk to? What if mom brainwashes him and makes him think illy of me? Would they just hunt me down again when they need me? Would they have me arrested? What do I do? What do I do?
"MILA! MAKE A DECISION NOW!" Her manicured hands gripped my shoulders and shook me, knocking me back onto the ground.
"What's it going to be?" She evilly smiled at my pain. Her foot was on my chest, adding more and more pressure as the minutes ticked on. There were black spots clouding my vision. My breathing was heavy and scarce. My whole body was numb and stuck under her painful grasp.
"I-I-I'll be the nanny. Just let me go."
"Good." She took her foot off of me. I let out heavy sighs to gain back my breath. I stared into her eyes. How they were dancing with excitement at the sight of my weak body.
"First order as our new maid. Take your father up to our room."
"I'll go with her mom."
"Not so fast. Damien come down here. We need to chat. Go shoo!" She dropped my sleeping lug of a father onto my fragile arms. His breath was tainted in alcohol and there was a trail of drool hanging from his mouth. He hung lazily on my small frame.
"WHY ISN'T HE UP THE STAIRS MILA?! FASTER!" I carried his overweight body up the stairs, stopping to take breaths on every new base. I pushed the door open and dropped his heavy body onto the bed. He spread out in a snow angel shape and resumed his drunken sleep.
I walked down the stairs to hear the chatter of Damien and the devil. I stooped against the stair railings, leaning as far as I could towards the kitchen.
DAMIEN'S POV:
"WHAT?! NO! I WON'T! MILA IS MY BABY SISTER! I WON'T LEAVE HER IN YOUR EVIL HANDS!"
"Ah, but you see Damien. I control you. I am still your mother. You have no job and no place to go. I am offering you the chance of independence you've always wanted. Why won't you take it?"
"BECAUSE UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE IN THIS FAMILY, I CARE ABOUT MILA!"
"Mila is just your sister. You can still keep in contact. I won't stop that."
"You expect me to believe you?"
"Would I ever lie to you? Besides it's about time you move out. I may be your mother, but you are twenty now Damien. Much too old to be living at home. Don't you want to go on dates? Meet that one special lady? Go out and drink with your friends? But no. Thanks to Mila you're stuck here having to take care of her. Don't worry, we will take care of her."
Mom was right. Mila has been nothing, but a burden to me. All my life it was to watch out for Mila, make sure Mila was okay, make sure Mila was safe. Mila, Mila, Mila, Mila. I haven't even seen half the claims she has told me. Why should I even believe her? She has such an active imagination.
Wait! What are you saying Damien?! Mila would never lie to you! She's stuck by your side since day one. That day when that kid pushed you off the monkey bars and she beat them up for you. That day she yelled at all the kids for picking on me and making me cry. That day she was the only one there to watch me graduate and get my diploma. She's my little sister. I can't leave her here.
"Damien. She'll be safe. Go." Her voice was leering and hypnotic. I didn't understand why I felt this sudden urge to just pack up and leave, but I resisted temptation. Mila needed me. I owe her at the least to stay here and keep her safe.
"It's a two bedroom apartment. A bathroom with a jacuzzi tub. Spacious living room. 16 inch plasma tv. A fridge stocked with all your favorite foods. Free building wifi. No more burdens. No more worries. Just you. What do you say my baby?" She gently caressed my hand and peered lovingly into my eyes. She had the power of the devil contained inside of her. I tried to resist, but her gaze only grew more tempting.
It would be nice to go off and live on my own. Mila. It would be nice to go on dates without worrying about where I'm taking her home. Mila. It would be nice to go out drinking with the boys. Mila.
"Come on Damien. This offer expires soon. Better take it while it's available."
"I've made up my mind."
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Written Love h.s
Fanfiction"I can't believe it's you." They say you'll know when you've found your soulmate. You'll know by their touch, their feel, their look, but I've known my soulmate since I was twelve years old. I've never met my soulmate, I've only written to him.
