Father was always lavishing his praises and affections to my sisters Korynne and Maria, but ignored me for the most part. I would try to talk to him, but he would change the subject, interrupt me to talk to my sisters, or give some sort of shitty excuse as to why he didn't want to be bothered. I grew resentful, even though my sisters adored me, I still felt that tension between the family and me. Only time father seemed to talk to me was when he needed a favor or some chore to be completed.
This was how it always was.
Chapter 1
Father was sitting in his office as usual, in front of his computer screen, on the phone. I stopped in the hallway, just out of his sight when I overheard him talking.
"Yeah, Korynne is in cheerleading, such a ball of energy and Maria is engrossed in her studies. She's going to be something really successful like her dad. Yeah. Detaleny is just Detaleny. Not sure where she's headed in life, but at least two of my kids are something to be proud of." I heard him say. He was talking about us to someone, not sure who, but his words stung like a thousand bees. I was hurt, but I was also pissed off that he spoke of me as low as he did. What did I do to him? I walked outside, slamming the front door so hard the glass shook.
"Detaleny, whats wrong?" I heard a voice from behind me. It was Maria, who came out when I slammed the door. I didn't notice the tears rolling down my face. I just looked at her.
"I don't know, ask our dear old father, he loves you and Korynne more anyways, he might actually talk to you. I'm nothing but a fucking disappointment to this family. He's gone so far to make it real fucking clear." I angrily spat out my words at her. She just stood there, not knowing what to say. I knew it wasn't hers or Korynne's fault he acted this way.
I wasn't much older than Korynne and Maria, only by a few years, but we had different mothers. They had the same mother, but mine was different. I often wondered if that was the reason for the different treatment, but I never mustered up the courage to ask. Father was too busy to care. Too busy going to Korynne's cheerleading performances and Maria's school affairs to worry about me. He didn't even know who I was as a person. Perhaps my jealousy was unjustified? They do say jealousy is ugly after all but I guess that's just what I am. Time had elapsed and I had forgotten how long I was standing outside. It was irrelevant anyways.
I should probably start from the beginning, or how I can remember it anyways. Rumors were floating around about my family for years, but I refused to listen to them. I didn't want to believe they were true. I ignored all the gossip for the most part, but I sometimes did wonder what really happened. Why my mother was never in the picture or even her whereabouts. I was the eldest child of the three of us girls. I never knew my mother, and when I asked about her, Father always changed the subject. He was good at changing the subject and avoiding talking to me all together like I was some dirty little secret. He hated me. Father married the mother of Korynne and Maria when I was two, but she was more busy with helping Father out and a year later, she had Korynne, so she was busy with her, often ignoring me because of Father telling her not to give me attention if I cried to be picked up. I grew up reserved, often keeping to myself. I was a failure anyways, right?
I walked down to an old mossy oak tree with a rope swing attached and sat down on the swing. It was where I went if I wanted to be alone without people bothering me. Me and my sisters were nothing alike. My hair was a curly golden brown, which went down past my shoulders. My eyes were the color of evergreens, different than my sisters. Korynne had straight shoulder length hair, which was a chestnut brown, and she had eyes the color of sapphires. She was way skinnier than me, as I had gained a few pounds. Maria had curly sandy blonde hair with eyes the color of sapphires like Korynne's. She was also very skinny. Father had dark brown hair and brown eyes. My sisters looked more like their mother, but I favored him a little more. He was a really tall, thin man, mainly on the phone with clients. He was all about his business.
I had been outside all day, because the sun had started to set behind the trees. The air was starting to get a little on the cold side, so I headed back towards the house.
I wasn't much older than Korynne and Maria, only by a few years, but we had different mothers. They had the same mother, but mine was different. I often wondered if that was the reason for the different treatment, but I never mustered up the courage to ask. Father was too busy to care. Too busy going to Korynne's cheerleading performances and Maria's school affairs to worry about me. He didn't even know who I was as a person. Perhaps my jealousy was unjustified? They do say jealousy is ugly after all but I guess that's just what I am. Time had elapsed and I had forgotten how long I was standing outside. It was irrelevant anyways.
I should probably start from the beginning, or how I can remember it anyways. Rumors were floating around about my family for years, but I refused to listen to them. I didn't want to believe they were true. I ignored all the gossip for the most part, but I sometimes did wonder what really happened. Why my mother was never in the picture or even her whereabouts. I was the eldest child of the three of us girls. I never knew my mother, and when I asked about her, Father always changed the subject. He was good at changing the subject and avoiding talking to me all together like I was some dirty little secret. He hated me. Father married the mother of Korynne and Maria when I was two, but she was more busy with helping Father out and a year later, she had Korynne, so she was busy with her, often ignoring me because of Father telling her not to give me attention if I cried to be picked up. I grew up reserved, often keeping to myself. I was a failure anyways, right?
I walked down to an old mossy oak tree with a rope swing attached and sat down on the swing. It was where I went if I wanted to be alone without people bothering me. Me and my sisters were nothing alike. My hair was a curly golden brown, which went down past my shoulders. My eyes were the color of evergreens, different than my sisters. Korynne had straight shoulder length hair, which was a chestnut brown, and she had eyes the color of sapphires. She was way skinnier than me, as I had gained a few pounds. Maria had curly sandy blonde hair with eyes the color of sapphires like Korynne's. She was also very skinny. Father had dark brown hair and brown eyes. My sisters looked more like their mother, but I favored him a little more. He was a really tall, thin man, mainly on the phone with clients. He was all about his business.
I had been outside all day, because the sun had started to set behind the trees. The air was starting to get a little on the cold side, so I headed back towards the house.
