The Forgotten Child

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I was staring at Stone for his answer but he just sat staring right back at me. He held his hand out and put it against my cheek which out of reflex I move away. He sighed and put his hand down.

"Because you look like mum", He said with straight face. He was trying to hide the pain of loosing his mother by acting like he didn't have any. I looked at him with a sad smile.

"What was she like?", I asked. I never knew what she was like, I asked once and so many things were thrown around the room that I never asked again. He looked at me confused for a moment before coughing awkwardly.

"You were never told?", He asked. I just shook my head, I knew that if I gave him sass he wouldn't tell me what I wanted to know. He looked down at the ground and put his hands together.

"She was amazing, the best mum ever. She would let me brush her hair if I wanted, it was just like yours, it was the most amazing colour we had ever seen. She always sang us to sleep, and made us lunches, she always saved us from dad if he was tickling us or telling us off. She was always smiling, always happy when she was around us. She was the best mum we could of asked for. Then she got pregnant with you, and it was like she had just heard she won the lottery. She was so excited for you to come. Fake hope huh", He said at the end. I slumped when hearing that. 

It was like they truly believe that it was my fault.

"It's not my fault", I mumbled whilst looking the other way.

"What?", He said, snapping towards me. I thought he might of gotten whiplash or something.

"I said it's not my fault that she died", I said, alot clearer and strong this time to make sure he heard it. He looked bewildered for second before standing up, towering over me.

"Of course it's your fault", He ranted. It was like the moment was never there in the first place, and all he could see right now was his worst enemy.

"If you were never born, she would still be here today!", He shouted at me, his eyes glossy. I felt so much anger, but also so much pity for him that he thinks that just because he thought I stole his mother away. I stood up from the sofa, my hair going crazy.

"AND HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT!?", I yelled at him throwing my hands in the air. He looked at me with pure anger, which would normally terrify me, but right now I wasn't too bothered about getting a smack.

"I was a CHILD. SHE was the one who had sex with OUR father to create me, so what, you wish I was dead instead?", I asked, knowing the answer as soon as I saw the look on his face. I could feel the tears forming but I pushed them back. They didn't have the right to be ranted at, they didn't deserve to know what had been going on through the years for me.

"Well then, the silence says everything huh BROTHER", I said glaring at him. He went to go say something but I shoved him away from me and walked back into the main area, where the others were intently listening.

"Do you guys all think the same?", I asked bluntly, with my arms over my chest folded, looking around the small room on the plane. Silence once again but from the look on their faces I could tell they were agreeing.

"I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me just like my older brother just did, that he prefered me dead than our mother. Key word there OUR!", I said, completely enraged. I could feel the world closing in on me but this time I ignored it. My ribs were killing me still and my head hurt more than ever. I looked over to Lucian.

"I wish it was you, you happy now?", He practically screamed at me.

"If you were dead mum would still be here", Ravy and Rome said at the same time. I had let a tear go at this point in which they all looked at with guilt, fake guilt is not what I needed. I looked towards Millian.