It's Wrong in Your Eyes

Athena

           My siblings are unfaithful. They were given a name by our parents at birth, to follow it to become who our parents wanted us to become. But I became what my parents gave me. Athena, the Greek goddess of Law, Wisdom, and Justice. Since I was younger I started teaching myself to become a Lawyer. And I've become a very successful one. And in my free time I've started learning therapy to give better wisdom to people who need it. I work hard, and I've accomplished a lot. But do my parents care? No. My siblings are the one who get the praise.

           My oldest sister, Liberty, owns a bakery. She's good at what she does, it's pretty popular in our small town. But she's far from free. Her husband controls every aspect of her life. He's constantly around her, she can't go anywhere without him knowing her exact location and everything. He even made her get security cameras for their house and her bakery, and I know he has easy access to them so he can watch her. She never wanted to be a mother either, but somehow they have two boys and they are the apple of his eyes.

          My second oldest sibling, Hunter, is the biggest cry baby when it comes to animals. When we were kids he would bring anything and everything home. We had tanks of frogs, crabs, snakes, spiders, and my dad even built a small barn outside for rabbits, cats, and anything else to large and mobile for the house. And he would nurse them back to health before releasing them or finding them a better home. And now him and his husband own a rescue center in the next town over and it has an animal hospital in it too for larger animals. He seriously couldn't hurt a fly even if it was Jeff Goldblum.

          Damon, the rebel of all of us, and loyal to no one. He never keeps a girlfriend, and if he does they usually leave when they find out he's cheating. He can't keep a friend either because he's quick to steal from them or stab them in the back. He was always stealing from my brothers and sisters, even our parents. Our parents weren't happy when he became a bounty hunter, but they still love him more than me. Hell they like me the least.

          Hanna, the youngest, was the biggest klutz I've ever met. She wasn't even graceful with her words or manners. And she refused to get glasses to help. Mom and Dad paid the most attention to her out of all my siblings. Because they think she will trip off a cliff or into a window and break it.

          We had a brother, named Jason, who got sick when he was five and died. He failed the most with his name.

          "Why do you have to come here and look at us with hate?" Liberty asked.

          I stood in the corner of the living room with a glass of wine in my left hand looked into the kitchen where my siblings stood with my parents and a few other family members. My sister was looking at me with sadness, or what she thought she was portraying. But deep down I knew it was pity. They all pitied me because they knew I was my parents' least favorite. But I should be their most prized child. I was gifted the name of a goddess and I worked to follow the name.

          "It's not hate sister. Just pure boredom." That was a lie.

          "We would like it if you came over and told us about your day. You never talk to us anymore."

          Her belly was round and pushing her shirt out,  starting to show that she was pregnant again. She shook her head and glanced at her husband and looked back at me.

          "Sis, are you trapped in a situation? Because I can help. I mean, look at me now vs when I was here. I was the slave of the family until I found Sal. He helped me realize a lot of things, like how unhappy I was when I was here. I know the feeling and I'm willing to help. It doesn't mean I don't love all of you, but I am happier out."

          "I'm not trapped Liberty. Unlike you." I sneared.

          "What does that mean?" She tilted her head to the right a tad with a frown on her face.

          I shook my head and rolled my eyes, lifting the wine glass to my lips and taking a sip. She sighed and walked back into the kitchen and sat in a chair that was against a wall.

          "So you want me to help get that stick out of your ass Athena?" Damon asked with a smug voice.

          "Want me to help you keep a relationship?" I replied in a dead tone.

          "And why are my relationships any of your business?"

          His tone changed and his eyes squinted at me. I lifted my eyebrow and wrinkled my nose as a sign I wasn't in the mood to fight. Physically.

          "I don't need a girlfriend to keep me happy. I have Corwin." He told me taking the hint.

          "You mean the dog you spoil to much? You should have people friends too you know."

          "Yeah but you see that dog will love me too. I'd do anything for that big mutt"

          "That's a good thing or I would have to take him from you." Hunter told Damon in a stern voice.

          Hunter was shorter than Damon and I,  and was scrawny. His large frames protected his watchful eyes, which always seemed to be observing something.

          "Well hey there little brother, almost didn't see you with your short height. Hows catching animals for a living going."

       Hunter snorted and gave Damon a small glare before turning it on me.

       "At least I'm happy with what I do." With that he quickly turned and stomped into the kitchen.

          "What did I do." I mumbled and took another sip of wine.

          A crash could be heard and glass was quickly all over the kitchen floor, along with everyone jumping away from it in shock.

          "Don't worry we'll clean it up real quick" My mother shouted from the kitchen.

          "She's going to burn the house down and kill us all."

          My younger blonde sister walked into the dining room and turned her head to look at my brother and I. And because of that she ran into the coffee table and snagged her foot on a leg which sent her falling to the ground with her arms flapping. She landed with a thud and made a grunt noise as she pushed herself up and walked into the hallway to grab the broom from the closet.

          "Yes but mom and dad needed her after Jason died. We were all graced with her. You know the hysterics mom was in. Thought she was cursed with having no kids after that." Damon told me.

          He nodded to himself and we both watched Hanna walk back to the kitchen with a wooden broom in her hands. Growing tired of being around my disappointing siblings, I gulped down the rest of my wine and set if down on the dresser I was standing in front of. walking to the couch of coats and bags, I pulled mine out and shoved my arms through the sleeves of my dark coat and pushed my purse to my shoulder.

          Not listening to my family's calls, I opened the door and started walking down the street in hopes of hailing a cab. Why did they have to be so blind. Can't they see that their lives are going to crash and burn. Am I the only one who knows how to live life successfully? Why does mom and dad care for them. They are abandoning their names. They will never see with how blind they are.