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Chapter 4 The Call

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They got home, and Leila threw herself onto the couch. "I'm hungry," she said. Harold ran into the kitchen, eager to show Leila the new cooking he had just learned.

Harold never did any housework, yet for Leila, he went through pages and pages of healthy recipes.

He didn't want his precious sister to even feel a bit uncomfortable. My father whipped out the latest console and said it was her present, to celebrate her escaping the jaws of death.

My mother cleaned every inch of Leila's room and sprinkled all sorts of plants around the place. "Fresh air helps with recovery."

All Leila did was play her console on the couch, and the whole family was already serving her like she was a princess.

They had another guest in the room—my soul. This was my home, or it was supposed to be. For years, it was nothing but an ice-cold prison for me.

Someone rang the doorbell, and I saw a familiar figure outside. My boyfriend, Zacharias Francestine. The first thing he did after coming in was show concern for Leila.

"Mr. and Mrs. Greenhorn, I heard she got out of the hospital today, so I thought I should get her something that would help with recovery."

Leila tossed her console away and put on a coy mask. "You didn't have to, Zack. I'm all better now."

Zacharias smiled at her gently. He was always cool and composed around me, yet he seemed to adore my sister. For some reason, he felt like a stranger to me now.

Suddenly, he asked, "Where's Sheila?"

My family would've forgotten about me if Zacharias hadn't brought me up. My mother's face fell.

"Why'd you bring her up? All I did was lecture her a little, and she's refusing to come back home. Fine. If she loves the world out there, she can stay outside! The family will be better without her. She's nothing but trouble!"

Zacharias nodded. "Yes. If she comes back, she's going to hurt Leila's recovery."

Harold served his sister the healthy meal he had whipped up. "So, when are you breaking up with her? If you're not taking your chances with Leila, someone else will."

Zacharias went red. "I was going to have the talk with Sheila."

A wave of sadness charged up my throat. I laughed at myself and turned around, refusing to look at them.

Well, I was used to the role of the girl who was never loved.

For some reason, my mother got a little restless after dinner. She went into her bedroom and scrolled through her phone for something.

I checked it out. She was looking for my number. She then called me, but no one picked up. Again, she tried. No answer. Then again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Again. Nothing.

My mother slammed her phone. "You're ignoring me? Do you really think I care about you?"

I wanted to tell her that the dead couldn't take any calls.

My mother called the nurse who helped me. "Did Sheila tell you what she's up to? Tell her to get back home and apologize to her sister! She'd better not defy me, or she's never coming home!"

The nurse fell into a moment of silence, then she answered, "Ma'am, Sheila died a week ago. The car crash ruptured her heart, and she desperately needed surgery, but all the doctors were checking on Leila. Your orders."
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  • Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me   Chapter 8 Justice

    The truth shocked my family. Harold and my father stared at Leila in disbelief, while everyone else fell into silence.My mother snapped out of her shock and lunged at Leila. She gripped Leila's clothes tightly, hissing, "You filthy murderer! How could you? That's your sister! You killed your sister!"Rage was going to get the better of my mother. She was about to hit Leila, but the cops stopped her. That was the first time my mother raised her hand against Leila.Now that the cat's out of the bag, Leila had nothing to lose. She cackled like a maniac and turned her gaze to my mother, but there was not an ounce of warmth in her eyes. "Filthy? Me? You taught me everything I know. Oh, please, don't be a hypocrite."You're the one who summoned all the doctors to my room, not me. You're the one who killed her. She missed her surgery thanks to you. My plan worked all thanks to you!"Every word Leila said struck my mother hard. She froze up like a statue, her soul trapped by the mistakes

  • Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me   Chapter 7 Evidence

    A few days later, my mother held an… acceptable funeral. Besides friends and family, the doctors at my mother's hospital showed up as well. I saw the nurse who helped me among the crowd.She came up to my grave, holding a bouquet. "I'm sorry. If I were a bit braver, maybe you would've lived."She was the only one among all these people who even tried to help me, and she was also the only one who apologized. My mother, however, didn't even feel the least bit apologetic.She was mocking me. Insulting me. As if that would ease her sins. "She's always been the naughty brat. She tried to kill her sister because she couldn't let go of the past, and that got her killed instead."Everyone knew my mother loved my sister more than she loved me, and they knew how much I'd suffered, but they didn't want to get in trouble. Instead, they consoled my mother. They did not mean it, of course.But then, police sirens blared, and a group of cops came barging through the throng. They stopped in front

  • Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me   Chapter 6 Regret

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    My mother was shaken, and she froze. She combed through her memories, reliving the car crash. A frown creased her forehead, and she confidently answered, "Impossible. Leila was in the same car. If Leila's fine, why isn't she? It couldn't have hurt that badly."I know this is another trick of hers. She's trying to steal my attention away from Leila. I told you to stop playing along with her, or you're both getting it!"My mother's refusal to believe the truth exasperated the nurse. She sighed. "I'm not lying, ma'am. Just make a trip to the morgue and see for yourself."That made my mother nervous. She paced around her room, her steps heavy yet flustered. "I can't believe you bitches are trying to fool me. How dare you!"My mother hung up before the nurse could say anything. My father, perhaps sensing my mother's fury, opened the door. "I could hear you shout. Zacharias is still around, you know."My mother crossed her arms and gripped her phone tightly. Helpless, she looked at her

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