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Fallacies of Fidelity
Sisterly Bonding Time
I was rummaging through Mila's closet when she awoke.
"What are you doing?" she hiccuped and looked around before changing her question, "What happened last night?" I yanked out a pair of jeans from her size zero pile.
"Finally a four," I muttered.
"Hey!" Mila's own loud tone made her fingers grip her head.
"To your first question, I'm taking some normal clothes because mother and father think I only wear dresses," I absolutely hate dresses. Unless they were casual, pretty ones. The seventy sexy business dresses in my closet: gross. And also they were unbelievably uncomfortable. Seriously, I'd rather just go nude. "To your second, last night, I locked you in your room," I proceeded to search through her shirts.
"What?" she groaned.
"Well, after you told father's business partner to 'fuck off' I took you here where you finished off that," I pointed to the bottle of wine on her bedside table.
"Oh right... He was a prick," she giggled.
"That prick almost broke off the partnership with father," I said while pulling out a plain white v-neck.
"I don't care."
"I know you don't but, you have to filter what you say Mila," My legs carried me to her bed where I sat on the edge.
"Why?" she asked innocently which I could tell was forced. She was holding herself back from biting my head off.
"Because someday there will come a time where you might say something that can't be taken back. Father could lose his job."
"At 7 car companies?" she almost laughed.
"Well at the rate you're going..." I rolled my eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that," I went to rest my hand on her's, but she jerked it away, "... You can't take all of this for granted."
"Take all of what for granted?"
"This," I gestured to everything around me, "Not everyone has this and--"
"Yeah like kids in Africa, yada yada yada whatever," she sat up.
"That's not what I meant." I tried to shake off her comment even though it stung.
"Then please, enlighten me. What does it mean, dear sister?" she crossed her arms and glared.
"It's not all to do with the money, Mila. It's how you act towards others." I knew I had only hit the tip of the iceberg, but just then a knock hit the door and I looked back to see my mom standing there.
"Oh good you girls are getting along!" My eyes shifted to Mila who was still glaring at me, "I just wanted to tell you both that you have a girls day today!"
"What?" my sister and I said in unison. Mila's disgusted tone was no doubt because of her lack of taste for me. My disgusted tone was for what "girls day" implied. "What about Mila going to school?" I asked as an excuse.
"Yeah, school!" Mila must have been desperate.
"Everything is set up! I called in and told the office that you won't be coming today. Mila will drive you both to the mall and you may shop at your hearts content! Julia, your new credit card is on your bed so you two better get dressed!" with that, she left us alone once more.
"Fabulous," Mila fell back on her bed before moaning as her head hit the board. I couldn't help but snort a little. She tried to contain a smile but did a terrible job, soon we were laughing together for the first time in a long time. It gave me a rush of hope. Maybe Mila wasn't far from the old her.
"I really did miss you, Mila." I grinned.
Her good mood diminished, "Go get dressed so we can leave."
I didn't want to push it because I knew the joking moment we shared was rare so I took the stuff I borrowed and left.
It was nice to be in regular jeans and a t-shirt. Dresses were terrible. As I looked through my stuff, I realized that I needed to go shopping for essentials. Regular jeans, t-shirts, and shoes were a must but also intimates. Looks like I'm going to be shopping everywhere. As I brushed my hair, I came to the conclusion that a hair cut was also needed at some point in time. My hair went into a ponytail and I shoved on my tennis shoes that had holes in the soles. The credit card on my bed went into my brown knit bag.
"Mila!" I knocked at her door. No answer, "Mila!" I waited to another 30 seconds before getting impatient. My hand twisted the knob and I could see a very hungover Mila in only underwear and a tank top. She was looking at her skirts while she sat cross legged staring, "Come on." I pulled a skirt and a pair of flats that matched and gave them to her. She put them on without saying a word. My hands flew across her hair to tame the tangles and create a long braid down her back.
"Sitting on the floor and doing this..." I paused, "It almost reminds me of when we were kids," I smiled before tucking a loose strand behind her ear. She refused to look at me but allowed the action. With a sigh, I did her make up lightly and got her to her feet. We went down the stairs together and almost made it out the door but that was before...
"Hold on!" my father's voice sounded. There on the couch sat my parents and some expensive looking people, "Julia, Mila, come meet my partners!" We did as we were told. The men and women stood and offered their wrinkled hands. Mila scrunched her nose, looking utterly repelled.
"It's all how you act towards others," I whispered in her ear to remind her. I shook their hands and Mila followed my lead.
"Well you both look lovely," a particularly old man kissed my hand.
"Oh thank you!" I tried to sound pleased at his disturbing tone. Mila wasn't one to act the same.
"Ew," she gagged. I kicked her shin.
"What did she say?" the man look appalled. My father was biting his lip at the scene in front of himself.
"She just said, 'Oh,'" I smiled before nodding at the group, "Excuse us, we have a day planned." I kept the fake smile on before we got out of the house.
"Why the hell did you cover for me?" she shouted once the door shut.
"Shh!" I took her by the hand and we neared the garage, "Look, you can't be rude to billionaire's like that! You can do that to mother and father, but rude behavior like that can't be overlooked to rich pompous bastards like them!" I explained in frustration. The cars that were lined up almost made me fall over. The number had nearly doubled since the last time I had been here. Granted that our father was the CEO of car companies like Audi, Ford, Mercedes Benz, and Cadillac but wow there were a lot of cars here. My hand glided over the matte black exterior of the Dodge Challenger.
"So you agree then," Mila sounded far away both physically and emotionally.
"Agree with what?" I looked up and saw she was forty feet away at a bright red vehicle.
"That all those people in there are stuck-up bastards."
"Of course, I do." I scoffed. Wasn't it obvious? They all were small minded people who only cared about their income. And God knows they don't care about people below them which is what really got me annoyed. I mean when I was younger, back when being rich was all I ever knew, I remember being a selfish twat. Basically, I was exactly like Mila. Spoiled, self-centered, and well an angsty teenager. My brain wandered to my mom's suggestion the other day. If only Mila were to come to Africa with me... she would change. I knew she would. But I couldn't just take her now, no I would have to build our trust again. Only then will she come with me.
"Then why do you act so nice to them?" she asked.
"Hmm?" I looked up.
"Why do you act so nice to those guys?"
"Oh, well because it's how father gets more money. If his family looks pleasant, then he's a step closer."
"Why do you care how much money he gets? You're just going to leave anyways." She was looking down, fiddling with her car keys.
"It matters because that's more money I can donate to --" I was cut off.
"Africa, yea I got it. Come on," she went to get into the bright red car but a certain vehicle caught my eye. In complete disbelief, I ran over. Sure, I may have been gone for a long time (and there was no way in hell that I was going to admit this to my father) but I still was caught up on new cars. I got that gene from him. I was absolutely obsessed with cars, no matter how much I hated the people who funded them.
"Holy shit," I breathed on the cool metal. My breath fogged on it and I smiled up at it. It was even more gorgeous in person.
"Julia?" Mila came over, "What's wrong?" she asked out of boredom.
"Is this and Aston Martin One-77?" I asked as my fingertips hovered over the periwinkle hood.
"Umm how should I know?" she questioned.
"Ugh, oh my God how are you even related to me," I teased.
"Hey!" she protested.
"You should at least know about this car. It's gorgeous. It's also over a million bucks but wow. Do you know that the reason why it's called 'One- 77' is because there was only a limited run of 77 of them. I can't believe father got one." I relished in the sound of the door opening. It was my second favorite sound. With that, I slid in and sat in the comfortable seating, "Oh baby this feels better in person." I grinned contently as I caressed the leather seating, "Did you know it has a V12 engine with 750 horse power? It was one of the most powerful naturally aspirated production engine in the world. Well until last year when the SLS AMG beat it out. Oh! And it's won awards like--" I would have continued but Mila was beginning to fall asleep.
"Well, are we going shopping or not?" she asked through closed eyes.
"Yea, hop in." I muttered as I picked up the keys at the back of the garage.
She got in without question but then paused. "Wait, you haven't driven since you were 16!" I threw my head back, cackling.
"What a lie. This is going to be fun." I started the car and it hummed in response. I sighed. There was my first and foremost favorite sound. As soon as I pulled out from the driveway, I slammed on the accelerator and went from 0-60 in 3 seconds. The highway buzzed past as I inched 90.
"Julia! You're going to get us pulled over!" she gripped anything she could get her hands on.
I laughed, completely ignoring her comment. Sadly, I was forced to slow down as I hit the streets of 5th Avenue. Oblivious pedestrian's walked in the middle of the road and it was a mess. I pulled over near Victoria's Secret and parked. People stared at us as we got out of the expensive car. I dragged Mila inside and made sure to buy 15 bras and over 30 pairs of underwear. Normally I wouldn't spend a lot of money but it was at my parents expense and also, they were having a sale. After we finished there, Mila dragged me to Urban Outfitter's where she bought nearly half the store.
I practically had to force her out of there.
We went to favorite places: American Apparel and H&M. It didn't take me long to find a few things I liked. Mila almost whined when I made her go to Forever 21 with me.
"Too cheap!" she had said.
"Too cute!" I joked as I had held up a floral dress to myself.
By the end, I was beginning to regret picking the car I did because it only held two people and we barely got all our bags in there. I was sitting on bags, bags were lying on me, bags towered behind us, and bags immobilized our feet. My car slowed down as a shop peaked my interest.
"What is it?" Mila asked.
"I just want to see what they have here." I got down and seconds before I opened the door Mila had turned me around.
"That's a thrift shop!" she hissed.
"And?"
"And you don't know who's worn them!"
"That's why you wash them," I rolled my eyes and went in. For the forty items I got in that thrift shore, the price was probably an equivalent to one pair shorts Mila had bought. I silently told myself to begin shopping here instead of all of those fashion designer places.
"Wow that's a lot of stuff," the cashier said. I looked up and saw a tall lanky guy with rough blonde hair. He was wearing a loose plaid button up with a t-shirt underneath that advertised a pub. His brown glasses were pressed firmly to the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, its been awhile since I've really shopped at a thrift shop." I smiled at him.
"Is um she..." he pointed at Mila who was trying her best not to touch anything.
"She's fine, just a little OCD." I lied smoothly.
"Alright, well here you go," he handed a massive bag with all my stuff in it, "I hope to see you around here again," he winked. I just smiled and nodded.
"Ugh, let's go home. Please!" Mila groaned.
"Right now?" I asked her.
"Quickly!"
"Oh 'quickly' she says!" I laughed manically as I zoomed to the mansion. Mila had gotten tense after I hit 100 mph. Right as I was inching 160 mph I realized I had missed the turn. I did a 360 with the car and turned into the driveway. Mila was a dangerously pale shade and she was glistening with sweat. I screeched to a halt in the driveway of our mansion.
"You are never driving we anywhere ever again!" she gasped as she shakily got out of the car. Parker came to us and assured me he would deal with the clothes and with the car. We headed inside where my parents were nowhere to be seen.
"Well that was fun!" I laughed as I skipped to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade.
"Never again!" Mila shouted.
"What?" I came into the living room where Mila was literally shaking with anger.
"You are never driving me anywhere ever again!" she yelled at me. Tears brimmed her eyes but she wiped them away. I completely forgot about my beverage and set it on the counter.
"Whoa! Hey, I'm sorry okay?" I apologized as I put my hands on her shoulders.
"No!" she pushed me hard, "We could have gotten killed! You could have... We could have..." she shook her head like she didn't want to say the words. Her hand gripped her chest.
"I would never let that happen," I whispered.
"That's what they all say Julie!" she used my childhood name, "Whatever, you wouldn't understand."
"Wait Mila!" I tried to catch up with her.
"Let me go, Julia. You didn't have a problem doing that when you were 16." she spat.
I stopped completely. My eyes followed her as she went all the way up to her room. The door slammed. "Damn it!" I threw a pillow that was near me all the way across the room. It crashed into a vase that shattered to the ground but I didn't care. A maid would just clean it up later. How the fuck was I supposed to get to Mila when she was hiding something from me? I didn't notice it before but now as the previous scene played out, I knew something was up.
I couldn't get anymore progress with my sister until I knew what she was hiding. My brain worked to come up with possible things that could make her react this way. It would have helped if I had been here. God, what was I thinking so long ago when I left? Leaving Mila with my parents when she was only 11 was a terrible decision. She was probably neglected. No child should grow up with their parents away constantly. If I had only been here then she wouldn't have been alone. She wouldn't have grown up as a brat. It was all my fault. Everything was my fault.
And right in that moment, the doorbell rang.
"What are you doing?" she hiccuped and looked around before changing her question, "What happened last night?" I yanked out a pair of jeans from her size zero pile.
"Finally a four," I muttered.
"Hey!" Mila's own loud tone made her fingers grip her head.
"To your first question, I'm taking some normal clothes because mother and father think I only wear dresses," I absolutely hate dresses. Unless they were casual, pretty ones. The seventy sexy business dresses in my closet: gross. And also they were unbelievably uncomfortable. Seriously, I'd rather just go nude. "To your second, last night, I locked you in your room," I proceeded to search through her shirts.
"What?" she groaned.
"Well, after you told father's business partner to 'fuck off' I took you here where you finished off that," I pointed to the bottle of wine on her bedside table.
"Oh right... He was a prick," she giggled.
"That prick almost broke off the partnership with father," I said while pulling out a plain white v-neck.
"I don't care."
"I know you don't but, you have to filter what you say Mila," My legs carried me to her bed where I sat on the edge.
"Why?" she asked innocently which I could tell was forced. She was holding herself back from biting my head off.
"Because someday there will come a time where you might say something that can't be taken back. Father could lose his job."
"At 7 car companies?" she almost laughed.
"Well at the rate you're going..." I rolled my eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that," I went to rest my hand on her's, but she jerked it away, "... You can't take all of this for granted."
"Take all of what for granted?"
"This," I gestured to everything around me, "Not everyone has this and--"
"Yeah like kids in Africa, yada yada yada whatever," she sat up.
"That's not what I meant." I tried to shake off her comment even though it stung.
"Then please, enlighten me. What does it mean, dear sister?" she crossed her arms and glared.
"It's not all to do with the money, Mila. It's how you act towards others." I knew I had only hit the tip of the iceberg, but just then a knock hit the door and I looked back to see my mom standing there.
"Oh good you girls are getting along!" My eyes shifted to Mila who was still glaring at me, "I just wanted to tell you both that you have a girls day today!"
"What?" my sister and I said in unison. Mila's disgusted tone was no doubt because of her lack of taste for me. My disgusted tone was for what "girls day" implied. "What about Mila going to school?" I asked as an excuse.
"Yeah, school!" Mila must have been desperate.
"Everything is set up! I called in and told the office that you won't be coming today. Mila will drive you both to the mall and you may shop at your hearts content! Julia, your new credit card is on your bed so you two better get dressed!" with that, she left us alone once more.
"Fabulous," Mila fell back on her bed before moaning as her head hit the board. I couldn't help but snort a little. She tried to contain a smile but did a terrible job, soon we were laughing together for the first time in a long time. It gave me a rush of hope. Maybe Mila wasn't far from the old her.
"I really did miss you, Mila." I grinned.
Her good mood diminished, "Go get dressed so we can leave."
I didn't want to push it because I knew the joking moment we shared was rare so I took the stuff I borrowed and left.
It was nice to be in regular jeans and a t-shirt. Dresses were terrible. As I looked through my stuff, I realized that I needed to go shopping for essentials. Regular jeans, t-shirts, and shoes were a must but also intimates. Looks like I'm going to be shopping everywhere. As I brushed my hair, I came to the conclusion that a hair cut was also needed at some point in time. My hair went into a ponytail and I shoved on my tennis shoes that had holes in the soles. The credit card on my bed went into my brown knit bag.
"Mila!" I knocked at her door. No answer, "Mila!" I waited to another 30 seconds before getting impatient. My hand twisted the knob and I could see a very hungover Mila in only underwear and a tank top. She was looking at her skirts while she sat cross legged staring, "Come on." I pulled a skirt and a pair of flats that matched and gave them to her. She put them on without saying a word. My hands flew across her hair to tame the tangles and create a long braid down her back.
"Sitting on the floor and doing this..." I paused, "It almost reminds me of when we were kids," I smiled before tucking a loose strand behind her ear. She refused to look at me but allowed the action. With a sigh, I did her make up lightly and got her to her feet. We went down the stairs together and almost made it out the door but that was before...
"Hold on!" my father's voice sounded. There on the couch sat my parents and some expensive looking people, "Julia, Mila, come meet my partners!" We did as we were told. The men and women stood and offered their wrinkled hands. Mila scrunched her nose, looking utterly repelled.
"It's all how you act towards others," I whispered in her ear to remind her. I shook their hands and Mila followed my lead.
"Well you both look lovely," a particularly old man kissed my hand.
"Oh thank you!" I tried to sound pleased at his disturbing tone. Mila wasn't one to act the same.
"Ew," she gagged. I kicked her shin.
"What did she say?" the man look appalled. My father was biting his lip at the scene in front of himself.
"She just said, 'Oh,'" I smiled before nodding at the group, "Excuse us, we have a day planned." I kept the fake smile on before we got out of the house.
"Why the hell did you cover for me?" she shouted once the door shut.
"Shh!" I took her by the hand and we neared the garage, "Look, you can't be rude to billionaire's like that! You can do that to mother and father, but rude behavior like that can't be overlooked to rich pompous bastards like them!" I explained in frustration. The cars that were lined up almost made me fall over. The number had nearly doubled since the last time I had been here. Granted that our father was the CEO of car companies like Audi, Ford, Mercedes Benz, and Cadillac but wow there were a lot of cars here. My hand glided over the matte black exterior of the Dodge Challenger.
"So you agree then," Mila sounded far away both physically and emotionally.
"Agree with what?" I looked up and saw she was forty feet away at a bright red vehicle.
"That all those people in there are stuck-up bastards."
"Of course, I do." I scoffed. Wasn't it obvious? They all were small minded people who only cared about their income. And God knows they don't care about people below them which is what really got me annoyed. I mean when I was younger, back when being rich was all I ever knew, I remember being a selfish twat. Basically, I was exactly like Mila. Spoiled, self-centered, and well an angsty teenager. My brain wandered to my mom's suggestion the other day. If only Mila were to come to Africa with me... she would change. I knew she would. But I couldn't just take her now, no I would have to build our trust again. Only then will she come with me.
"Then why do you act so nice to them?" she asked.
"Hmm?" I looked up.
"Why do you act so nice to those guys?"
"Oh, well because it's how father gets more money. If his family looks pleasant, then he's a step closer."
"Why do you care how much money he gets? You're just going to leave anyways." She was looking down, fiddling with her car keys.
"It matters because that's more money I can donate to --" I was cut off.
"Africa, yea I got it. Come on," she went to get into the bright red car but a certain vehicle caught my eye. In complete disbelief, I ran over. Sure, I may have been gone for a long time (and there was no way in hell that I was going to admit this to my father) but I still was caught up on new cars. I got that gene from him. I was absolutely obsessed with cars, no matter how much I hated the people who funded them.
"Holy shit," I breathed on the cool metal. My breath fogged on it and I smiled up at it. It was even more gorgeous in person.
"Julia?" Mila came over, "What's wrong?" she asked out of boredom.
"Is this and Aston Martin One-77?" I asked as my fingertips hovered over the periwinkle hood.
"Umm how should I know?" she questioned.
"Ugh, oh my God how are you even related to me," I teased.
"Hey!" she protested.
"You should at least know about this car. It's gorgeous. It's also over a million bucks but wow. Do you know that the reason why it's called 'One- 77' is because there was only a limited run of 77 of them. I can't believe father got one." I relished in the sound of the door opening. It was my second favorite sound. With that, I slid in and sat in the comfortable seating, "Oh baby this feels better in person." I grinned contently as I caressed the leather seating, "Did you know it has a V12 engine with 750 horse power? It was one of the most powerful naturally aspirated production engine in the world. Well until last year when the SLS AMG beat it out. Oh! And it's won awards like--" I would have continued but Mila was beginning to fall asleep.
"Well, are we going shopping or not?" she asked through closed eyes.
"Yea, hop in." I muttered as I picked up the keys at the back of the garage.
She got in without question but then paused. "Wait, you haven't driven since you were 16!" I threw my head back, cackling.
"What a lie. This is going to be fun." I started the car and it hummed in response. I sighed. There was my first and foremost favorite sound. As soon as I pulled out from the driveway, I slammed on the accelerator and went from 0-60 in 3 seconds. The highway buzzed past as I inched 90.
"Julia! You're going to get us pulled over!" she gripped anything she could get her hands on.
I laughed, completely ignoring her comment. Sadly, I was forced to slow down as I hit the streets of 5th Avenue. Oblivious pedestrian's walked in the middle of the road and it was a mess. I pulled over near Victoria's Secret and parked. People stared at us as we got out of the expensive car. I dragged Mila inside and made sure to buy 15 bras and over 30 pairs of underwear. Normally I wouldn't spend a lot of money but it was at my parents expense and also, they were having a sale. After we finished there, Mila dragged me to Urban Outfitter's where she bought nearly half the store.
I practically had to force her out of there.
We went to favorite places: American Apparel and H&M. It didn't take me long to find a few things I liked. Mila almost whined when I made her go to Forever 21 with me.
"Too cheap!" she had said.
"Too cute!" I joked as I had held up a floral dress to myself.
By the end, I was beginning to regret picking the car I did because it only held two people and we barely got all our bags in there. I was sitting on bags, bags were lying on me, bags towered behind us, and bags immobilized our feet. My car slowed down as a shop peaked my interest.
"What is it?" Mila asked.
"I just want to see what they have here." I got down and seconds before I opened the door Mila had turned me around.
"That's a thrift shop!" she hissed.
"And?"
"And you don't know who's worn them!"
"That's why you wash them," I rolled my eyes and went in. For the forty items I got in that thrift shore, the price was probably an equivalent to one pair shorts Mila had bought. I silently told myself to begin shopping here instead of all of those fashion designer places.
"Wow that's a lot of stuff," the cashier said. I looked up and saw a tall lanky guy with rough blonde hair. He was wearing a loose plaid button up with a t-shirt underneath that advertised a pub. His brown glasses were pressed firmly to the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, its been awhile since I've really shopped at a thrift shop." I smiled at him.
"Is um she..." he pointed at Mila who was trying her best not to touch anything.
"She's fine, just a little OCD." I lied smoothly.
"Alright, well here you go," he handed a massive bag with all my stuff in it, "I hope to see you around here again," he winked. I just smiled and nodded.
"Ugh, let's go home. Please!" Mila groaned.
"Right now?" I asked her.
"Quickly!"
"Oh 'quickly' she says!" I laughed manically as I zoomed to the mansion. Mila had gotten tense after I hit 100 mph. Right as I was inching 160 mph I realized I had missed the turn. I did a 360 with the car and turned into the driveway. Mila was a dangerously pale shade and she was glistening with sweat. I screeched to a halt in the driveway of our mansion.
"You are never driving we anywhere ever again!" she gasped as she shakily got out of the car. Parker came to us and assured me he would deal with the clothes and with the car. We headed inside where my parents were nowhere to be seen.
"Well that was fun!" I laughed as I skipped to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade.
"Never again!" Mila shouted.
"What?" I came into the living room where Mila was literally shaking with anger.
"You are never driving me anywhere ever again!" she yelled at me. Tears brimmed her eyes but she wiped them away. I completely forgot about my beverage and set it on the counter.
"Whoa! Hey, I'm sorry okay?" I apologized as I put my hands on her shoulders.
"No!" she pushed me hard, "We could have gotten killed! You could have... We could have..." she shook her head like she didn't want to say the words. Her hand gripped her chest.
"I would never let that happen," I whispered.
"That's what they all say Julie!" she used my childhood name, "Whatever, you wouldn't understand."
"Wait Mila!" I tried to catch up with her.
"Let me go, Julia. You didn't have a problem doing that when you were 16." she spat.
I stopped completely. My eyes followed her as she went all the way up to her room. The door slammed. "Damn it!" I threw a pillow that was near me all the way across the room. It crashed into a vase that shattered to the ground but I didn't care. A maid would just clean it up later. How the fuck was I supposed to get to Mila when she was hiding something from me? I didn't notice it before but now as the previous scene played out, I knew something was up.
I couldn't get anymore progress with my sister until I knew what she was hiding. My brain worked to come up with possible things that could make her react this way. It would have helped if I had been here. God, what was I thinking so long ago when I left? Leaving Mila with my parents when she was only 11 was a terrible decision. She was probably neglected. No child should grow up with their parents away constantly. If I had only been here then she wouldn't have been alone. She wouldn't have grown up as a brat. It was all my fault. Everything was my fault.
And right in that moment, the doorbell rang.
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I've had this chapter hiding in my drafts for a week now and decided: What the heck? So there you go. Thank you to those who commented, your feedback was extremely helpful. If you noticed, I went ahead and edited the last chapter because I have no life and I'm a perfectionist. Again, if you noticed anything that wasn't right, didn't make sense, or you simply want to comment, well then go ahead because it gives me inspiration/motivation when people give me comments.Aight, I'm out.