but does she feel the same way?

After taking a deep breath, I began to tell him everything that happened just a while ago.

After I had finished, I noticed that I was crying.

He looked surprised at me, not believing everything I just said.

I wave at him.

"I can't believe they did that.

I can't believe my parents did this. Why would they do this?

Why to hide it for so long?" he said with a disappointed look.

I knew he had questions too, but I was the last person that could answer them all.

After a few seconds to digest everything, Danish looks at me.

"I am sorry for everything that they did."

I knew it was not his fault, but I smiled at him

It is okay.

It is not our fault.

We can't do anything about it.

He looks at me with pity in his eyes.

Don't do that.

You know I hate people that pity me.

Right now, I don't need your pity, but I need you by my side.

Can you promise me that?

He smiles at me and hugs me.

"I promise you that I will be by your side."

I smiled at his cuteness while we were in the hug.

I feel so safe whenever he does this.

Thank you, I appreciate you being here. I say to Danish.

After a while, we hear footsteps, and I tell Danish to hide quickly. In case it was mom.

He hides under the blanket, and there she comes, happy like she won the jackpot.

"Oh, I see you are feeling much better."

I faked a smile at her.

Indeed, I am feeling much better. I say.

"Let's go," she says.

Where to?

"To make you ready for tomorrow."

What is going to happen tomorrow? I asked, not understanding her.

"Well, your freaking dad comes back, and he said that he wants you back. He told me that he is going to get you tomorrow. So we have to make you ready before he comes."

What!? And you said he can?!

So you were lying to me my whole life? Do I mean nothing to you?

For my whole life, I thought you were my mother.

For my whole life, I called you that.

I loved you. I respected you.

I treated you good no matter how bad you treated me.

All I wanted was your love, your care.

I just wanted your attention, but instead, you abused me and made me your slave. All of this was just because of my father?

Because I look like him?!! I screamed at her.

SLAP!

She slapped me in the face.

I held my cheek because it was stinging from the pain.

"Don't you ever say that again!

That bastard cheated on my sister and left her with you as if nothing happened. He never apologized and never came back. He didn't even call once." She says, angry.

Where is my mother? Why did she leave me? She laughed like the question I asked her was funny.

"Your mother never wanted you. How can she want a child from a man that cheated on her?"

She says it like it was nothing.

"Anyways, we have to go now."

She looks at me from up till down.

I have to make you ready.

I can't lose the lottery when I finally found it now.

She says, walking throughout the house.

When she was in the house, I began to cry.

How can she do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?

I am human, and I deserve a good life, so WHY!!

Why does everyone hate me? I say, crying.

I can feel Danish coming out of the blanket and walking toward me.

He hugs me, and I cry even louder.

My life is soo unfair.

Danish POV:

I go as fast as I can under the blanket. I put the blanket up a little to see what my mom was doing here.

Later on, I do regret doing this action.

I can see mum slapping Mia hard.

They look both so mad.

I have never seen Mia like this.

She is always the calm- respected type.

This situation must have hurt her bad.

I still can't believe what my mom did. How could she lie about this? And the thing is, she doesn't even look like she regrets it.

Even now, how can I ever face her again?

I don't even know if I have the right to apologise to Mia for what my mom did.

After a while, I hear my mom saying, How can anyone want her.

I get so mad.

I want to go out, but then I know if I would go there, it only makes things more difficult for Mia. I say to myself.

I am so mad at myself for not being able to help her.

When I know this is the time that she needs me the most.

I am just sitting here telling myself I won't be of any help.

I grinch my teeth while making a fist to hold my anger.

My mom tells Mia to come with her because she needs to make her ready and then walks away to go into the house.

When she went in, I could see Mia crying.

I go to her as fast as I can and put her in a hug. I can hear her asking questions.

I was ashamed of answering them.

She was right.

She deserves much better than everyone in the world.

After letting her cry for a while, I til her head up to make her look at me.

Her eyes got puffy.

I can see bags under her eyes, and I can see that she got even skinnier than she was already.

I am afraid she will get sick if it goes on like this.

I am afraid I will never see her again.

I am afraid she will hate me.

I look at her.

I smile.

She is so beautiful.

Her hair was black, and it flowed over her shoulders.

She has ocean-blue eyes.

She has pouting lips, which make her cute.

She has curved eyebrows, and her skin just completes her look.

This makes her even prettier.

She has a skinny body, but that didn't make her uglier. Her curves were perfect.

She was perfect. Just perfect!

I look at her, and all I want is to have her in my life.

Not as my sister but more.

I want her now I know she is not my real sister.

I always thought that I was an evil person for liking his sister.

I never really knew if I loved her, but looking at her now, I know that my feelings for her are real, but does she feel the same way?