Chapter 2 Forced To Take The Fall

• Sienna)
• “If you break any law, you’ll be sent straight back here,” the stern middle aged prison warden said to me.
• All I did was nod, I have no intention of coming back here, I never had.
• A wave of emotion overwhelmed me. I was finally free from this shit hole. Three years, that's how long it's been, locked up and taking the fall for someone else's recklessness was never something I thought I'd do.
• But I did.
• Forced into it, manipulated into it, by the people I thought would love me the most.
• But one thing is certain, something it took coming into this hell to realize, I was no longer that naive little girl, begging to be loved.
• I stepped out sluggishly and the cold tall iron gate of the prison shut behind me, reminding me that I had left this awful past behind me.
• Now, I was ready to face the people that had destroyed me, undaunted.
• Step by step, I limped further down the road, but not far away, a sleek black Bugatti wheeled to a stop in front of me, causing me to snap my eyes to it, self aware.
• The window rolled down, revealing a cold face filled with impatience, one I was all too familiar with.
• Even after three long awful years, he stilled regarded me with that disdainful look and his ever present scowl.
• I hadn't expected to see him here.
• Lucas Miller, my eldest brother, one out of the four of them.
• He regards me with nothing short of disgust, I know I have shabby clothes on and probably looking like I was straight out of a horror movie but that's got nothing to do with the weird look thrown at me. He's always been indifferent towards me, just like the rest of them.
• They all treated me with contempt, like I didn't belong to their world. I was their real daughter, their blood sister but all I got was ill treatment while they showered all the love and attention to Elaine, the otherwise fake daughter, switched with me at birth.
• I've had the most difficult and sad childhood, a junkie abusive foster father, a foster mom who was a dormant, a little sister left for me to care for.
• Claire, the only reason why I hadn't drown back then. I could still remember the tears in her eyes when I tried to take my own life.
• She was the only good thing that came out of my childhood, one I'd give up anything for.
• But then my joy was out of this world when I found my real family, I had thought fate was finally going to smile at me.
• But ever since I set foot into the Miller's family at the age of fifteen, it's been my worst nightmare.
• Four brothers who barely acknowledged my existence and parents who had little or no interest in me.
• I had no issues at first, they barely had any bond with me, it's only normal if they are finding it hard to adjust.
• I thought they needed more time to accept me, that it’ll get better with time.
• But it never did, it got worse.
• I could tell you a million times when they choose Elaine over me, countless times. “Oh, don't go overboard with your dressing, it will hurt Elaine. We can't celebrate your little wins, Elaine will overthink it. You both can't attend the same school, Elaine is the star of her school, she’ll feel threatened” it's always been Elaine this, Elaine that. No one cares about me.
• I promise you I wasn't jealous, I just wanted a little of that love and attention.
• I deserved that much right?
• I waited stilled, did all I could to make them see me differently, to make them love me but at the end of the day, Elaine’s temper got in the way, she pushed the heiress of the most wealthy and powerful Ravenford’s family down the huge stairs and I was manipulated into taking the fall for it.
• In my mother's words. “Do it for your sister, she's fragile and can't survive prison, if there's anything you can do for our family then this is it Sienna, you're the only one that can save her.”
• Alfred Miller, my birth father persuaded me alongside my cold brothers. “You’ve always wanted Claire over, right? Do this and we can help you get custody of her,”
• I wasn't so sure at first, but Claire's crying and pleading face visualizes, her sob words echoing in my head. “Take me with you sis, don't leave me here,” she had wailed the day l left my foster home.
• I knew if I wanted a better life for Claire, that if I wanted to show how much I'd sacrifice for my family, then I had to do it.
• “Think about it, Sienna. It's only going to be for a few months, we’ll get you out in no time, please, it just can't be Elaine, trust me.”
• It just can't be Elaine but it can be me?
• They can't bear to see her suffer but they didn't bat an eyelid pushing me into prison.
• He said few months but that wasn't the case.
• I waited.
• Months turned into a year, an another, three years and never for once did they visit.
• “Get in, I don't have all day Sienna.” He hollered at me, his usual cold glare and scowl present.
• Back then, I'd have been hurt or sad but after what I've been through, after enduring those weird and heartless inmates, I felt nothing.
• All I felt was anger, towards all of them, it's so intense that it almost blurred my vision.
• I peel my gaze away from him and begin to walk away, ignoring him.
• I wanted to find Claire, my little sister, she must've been so scared when the cops took me away. I needed to be sure she’s been okay.
• He double crossed me, glaring at me, he spat. “Don't make this any harder than it already is, get in the car, dad, mom and everyone else is waiting to welcome you,”
• I stiffened, my anger boiling beneath the surface.
• To welcome me? I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. They never welcomed me, I don't believe him.
• Had he said this three years ago, I'd have been ecstatic but now those words irritated me.
• When he noticed I was unyielding, he pressed on. “Don't you want to see Claire?” He said, and I snap my eyes to him in an instant, seeing he has my attention he continued. “Come with me if you want to see her unscathed, you better behave.” he warned.
• I swallowed and pushed the sting of his threat aside, opening my mouth for the first time since I left prison. “Fine,” I blurt out, faking a smile.
• The air around us was thick and suffocating, I had my head thrown towards the window and never dared to look at him… until.
• “Look, I know you're hurt but you have no right to be, we did the best we could it's just….,”
• I cut him off, merely scoffing at him. “Is Claire over there?” I asked without sparing him a glance. “I— I just want to be sure she's in good hands,” I didn't want to hear his crap.
• He spits out, anger evident in his voice. “You don't trust when I said she is?” he says through literal clenched teeth.
• Trust? That's big of a word. I once did but it rubbed off on me, never again.