Kyla closed her eyes and tried to remember what life had been like before the war. The war between loved ones. It was a war between her mother, the woman who had given birth to her, but yet, had been absent since her early childhood, and her Aunt Claire, the woman she had known as a mother who had taken care of her since her mother had left.
Now twelve years after she left, Kyla s mother was back to try and claim her daughter whom she claimed she loved so much but yet, hadn t been there after her third birthday.
You cannot take her, Aunt Claire said, rising from the sofa, glaring down her sister. She s fourteen years old and she s been living with me since she was three. And that is where she s going to stay both legally and morally.
Kyla s mother rose from the sofa herself and stood toe-to-toe and eye-to-eye with Aunt Claire. Kyla, heart pounding faster than the speed of light stood in the kitchen.
Then, Kyla s mother pointed in the direction of Kyla and said, Give. Me. My. Daughter.
It was Kyla who had to break up the fight and Mrs. Conway from next-door who called the police.
And it was the friendly lady dressed in navy blue and driving a matching blue Jaguar that said to Kyla, You re coming with me, sweetheart.
Kyla obediently followed the lady to her car and sat next to her in the driver s seat. She glanced back at the house and wondered why. Why had her life turned out this way.
"Now young lady, you dont talk to your Auntie Shiela that way." Taylor was looking at me as if i was trying to kill Shelia. "She's not my Auntie." i glared at Taylorand gave a equally ugly look to Shiela who was reaching for my hand again. I yanked my arm out of her reach and started walking toward the door. "Now, stop fooling around, are you hungry or something?" Shelia was staring into my face, her light green eyes seemed as if they were trying to read my mind. "I already told you, I've already eaten and now i'm leaving." I started for the door again only this time i was running.
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