Behind the Scars

Chapter 9 - The Weekend

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Karyn's P.O.V

Friday night goes by in a blur. I just sleep and finish all my homework so that the rest of my weekend is free. I know that people my age are probably at some party or out with friends but I can't have that because I can't leave my siblings home alone because of reasons like Bruce. I mentally shudder at the thought of him. And also reasons like......

My father

I hate that word because that's what binds us together but I don't see him as that. I see him as a sperm donor. After my mom's death, he just lost it. He just became distant and started getting irritated by our mere presence. He just started changing into this monster, an animal. We tried taking him to the hospital but that doing more harm than good. But to be honest, I don't think I truly hate my father like I can imagine myself running away from him but I can't imagine myself holding a gun to his head. Yes I know I sound stupid but this is someone I shared some good times with. That's just how sad my life is.

I wake up on Saturday feeling refreshed. I use to love Saturday mornings because I and my mom will get up very early so we could cook breakfast and then everyone sat at the table and spoke about their week. I am not the type of person who holds on to death but sometimes I enjoy the memories we shared. I really loved my mother but she's gone and there's nothing I can do about it. I can't be blaming everything that happens to me on her death. I need to just keep moving foward and be strong for me and my siblings.

I jump out of bed and I run downstairs so I can make breakfast for my siblings. Sperm donor should be in his room so I'll just keep breakfast for him. He's probably having some killer hangover. I decide to do some eggs along with bacon because I know the twins really enjoy it. It's a typical breakfast. I decide to take some foreign tea which my aunt sent in a gift basket during summer. My relatives will do anything to appease their conscience for abandoning us.

Jade comes down typing away on the phone which I got her for Christmas. It tooks almost half of my savings last year but it was worth it because I didn't want them to feel like they couldn't have nice things like other kids. Jace comes down few minutes later in some sweatpants and a sleepy look. He's really growing tall. He is taller than me and he is not even 15 yet. He should stop growing because I'm the older sister. I can't scold someone whom I'm looking up to. Like literally looking up to.

"Why do you choose to walk around without a shirt?" I roll my eyes at him.

"Because I sleep without a shirt. I'm supposed to be comfy in my own home." He says with a chuckle.

"Besides all the hot guys in those movies you watch all do it so why can't I?"He adds with a smirk.

"That's the difference between you and them. They're hot. You're not." Jade says dropping her phone on the counter.

"Even if you weren't my brother, I wouldn't still do you." Jade says with an evil grin.

"Burnnn" I say laughing so hard at my siblings.

"See who's talking. I'm not the one crushing on that weird dude with the bow leg and braces." Jace scoffs.

Now I laugh so hard that I am being blinded by tears.

"Enough with the bickering. The food is getting cold." I interrupt their siblings banter.

After breakfast, we're cleaning up the kitchen and Jace goes out for swimming practice while Jade devices to go upstairs and do her homework and other stuff. I decide to clean up the living room her I hear some footsteps coming down the stairs. I look toward a the stairs and realise it's sperm donor.