My sister's eyes widen in shock at seeing my anger. I slowly walk into the room and over to her.
“H-He, he tried to kiss me,” she lies through her teeth, and I pull my fist back before punching her in the face, making her cry out.
“I know my fiancé, little sister,” I sneer, and her eyes shoot my way in complete and utter disbelief.
“Fi-Fiancé?” she stutters.
I growl, “Yeah, fiancé!”
I feel strong hands grip my hips, and I’m pulled back into a hard body before I feel Bellamy’s lips brush against my ear, and he whispers, “Are you sure you want to do this?” andeveryone looks at him with confusion while I slump in his hold understanding his question.
“You knew this would be hard for me, Bell,” I remind him, “Don’t feel guilty because I’m upset. They’re my kids, and I’m so goddamn proud of them, so let me feel my emotions without me worrying if you’re going to have second guesses or more guilt.”
I know I sound harsh, but he needs a reality check. This is a normal reaction, and I’ve just caught my sister trying to throw herself at him, so I’m extra pissed.
I hear him sigh, and I turn around in his arms, and I state, “I love you. I’m excited to move with you, to begin our life together. Hopefully I can find a studio and get students in, but I am allowed to be sad.”
His eyes race between mine, and he nods, then states, “I just hate seeing you upset.”
“You know what would make it better?” I ask, and he gently cups my cheek and rubs his thumb over my lip.
“What?” he questions, and I sigh, “A hot chocolate with double whipped cream, marshmallows, and Skittles.”
“Skittles?” Mom chuckles, and I shrug while Bell shakes his head in disgust.
“Our kid is going to be weird, isn’t it?” he confirms, and I nod because yes, with us as parents, it will be.
“Are you really going to just act like she didn’t punch me again?” my sister screeches, and I turn with a growl, causing Bell to grip my waist again.
“Are we really going to ignore the way you just threw yourself at my fiancé again? All because you want everything I have, despite getting your own way all your stupid goddamn life?!” I snap back, and Elizabeth's eyes widen while Mom sighs, “El, maybe it is best we put a hold on the sale of the house, and maybe you earn your keep staying here…”
Nice, so instead of forcing her to grow up, she offers her a home without rent and yet I’m not surprised.
Elizabeth's eyes widen, and she chokes, “You’re taking her side? When she always had Dad's attention? When she goteverythingshe wanted?”
“You had Mom while she neglected me,” I interject, causing her to flinch, “You started sleeping with my ex to hurt me. You wanted my room, my clothes, you destroyed my childhood memories, and yet, you’re acting like you had it hard? School dances, award ceremonies, dance recitals, ballet competitions, you were never there. Our mother was never there, Dad was almost always late, and what? I’m the problem? You’re just a brat.” I scoff at her, “Grow up and stay the hell away from my man!”
I remove myself from Bell’s hold when I notice something around my sister’s neck that isn’t hers as my anger doubles. I growl as I bend, she flinches when I grab hold of the necklace and yank it hard. I don’t care if the chain breaks because I can buy a new one. “I wondered where my ballet slipper chain, Bellamy bought me, went!” I snap.
Elizabeth moves up and swings her hand towards my stomach, shocking me, and I just move out of the way before she can hit my baby. Bellamy suddenly grabs her neck and yanks her up, her feet dangling.
Mom gasps while Dad storms into the room and demands, “What the fuck is going on?”
Mom chokes, “Elizabeth threw herself at Bellamy, then tried saying Drew had everything while she had nothing.”
“Okay, so Elizabeth tried to pull the wool over our eyes, but explain why our future son-in-law is ready to snap her neck?!” Dad commands, not moving to help his youngest, while I swallow hard as I gently rub my stomach.
“Drew recognized the chain around El’s neck, she stole it,” Mom whispers, “Drew took it back, and our daughter just tried to punch Drew's stomach…”
Their daughter, but I’m just Drew to her instead of her eldest?
A few tears fall as a shocked sob leaves me, causing Bellamy to look my way harshly as he literally throws my sister to the floor, and runs my way while she coughs.
“Little bird?” he whispers as he rubs my stomach, and I shake my head and choke, “Take me home.”
Worry etches his features. He nods as he wraps an arm around my waist, his other hand going to our baby, while Dad declares, “You’re no longer my daughter,” shocking my mom, who goes to protest but Dad glares at her and I walk out of the room.
“I-I’m sorry p-please, she-she always gets everything,” Elizabeth tries and I hear Dad scoff, “Maybe you need to go into a mental facility because you are fucking deluded, your jealousy is pathetic!” I don’t turn around, instead I bury myself into my fiancé, wondering what I ever did to deserve this treatment from my own sister, from my mother...
