You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 204

RALI

"Here."

To my left, Void held out a glass of water.

I didn't look at him. My eyes stayed fixed on the window, just as they had for the last hour. "I'm not thirsty."

"I wasn't asking."

That got my attention, prompting me to look at him. I must've forgotten who he really was.

I took the glass from him and nearly emptied it. Well, I'd been thirsty.

"You know you don't have to see her if you don't want to," he said.

I was told Vlyrissa had been begging to see me.

I set the glass down, wrapped my arms around me, and resumed staring into the dark like it was the only thing that mattered.

"It's crazy how I spent over half of my life wishing I'd find my family. I went through so much, risked my life, looking for my mother. If I'd known—" I chuckled bitterly. "—If I'd known my entire family were psychos, I never would've bothered."

Something cold brushed my cheek. I wiped them away without looking.

"My mother killed my father. Wow." I laughed, then looked at Void. "You're no much different, you know. You helped her kill my father."

My head shook slowly as more tears fell. "I wonder if I was doomed from birth to always be tangled up with psychopaths."

I gave a sad smile, my heart splitting into pieces.

Seconds bled into minutes.

"So, do you want to see her?" Void asked.

"No!" My teeth clenched hard around the word as I glared at him like he was Vlyrissa. "I hate her.

"She just stood there... Just stood there and watched me suffer. I went on my knees. I begged her to help but she told me there was nothing she could do. My own mother couldn't help me. And I'm sure, just like you, her excuse will be, ‘I didn't know you were my daughter.' Honestly, I'm tired."

For the first time in what felt like forever, I found a reason to move.

I turned and walked out of the room.

****†

I truly didn't want to see her. And I hated that I was here, sitting in this empty restaurant, waiting for her.

It's been four days since I learned the truth. For those four days, I really tried to ignore the nagging feeling I had to see her, but in the end I found myself here.

I guess we could blame it on curiosity. It was the first time I'd officially be meeting 'my mother.' I just wanted to hear what she had to say; wanted to see what her face would do when she finally saw me.

The door opened behind me. I held my breath and listened. She took a few steps, paused, then resumed walking at a slow pace.

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