Chapter 3 The Unwanted Sister

• (Sienna)
• The black Bugatti pulled up in front of the large building, it's still as I remembered it with just a few touch up here and there.
• I wouldn't say l liked it here, it was beautiful alright but it never felt like home.
• I let out a deep breath, stepping out of the car, but Lucas grabbed my arms. “Mom had blamed herself all this while, she's been waiting to have you back, don't ruin it with this attitude,”
• I glare at him and blanch at his words. What crap was he talking about?
• If anything, my imprisonment should warm their hearts, at least I wasn't in their faces, the unwanted heiress.
• I pull my hands free from his grip and his eyes lingered on my arm, noticing the fresh cut there. “What happened to your arm,” he asked, his voice low, and I see something I can't quite pinpoint flash through his eyes.
• He was definitely acting, there's no way in hell he'd be bothered by that.
• So I give him a quick, emotionless glance and waved him off. “It's nothing, and you don't have to act like you care, it's sickening.” I blurt out and his face falls.
• Without another word to me, he begins to walk in, while I dragged my feet behind him.
• I had no intention of staying here, no interest in seeing them but I had to, if anything, for Claire's sake.
• Stepping in, I heard their voices, Mason, Jimmy and Shawn were sitting on the couch, chatting with Elaine.
• “Look, I want it, you promised to get it for me,” Elaine passes her phone to Mason, clinging to him.
• “If you want it Elaine, you're definitely getting it,” he smiles sweetly at her, giving her phone back.
• There, they all dote on her, their favorite fragile sister while I'm the unwanted one.
• Looking at them, it felt like they were one happy family and I was the intruder, trying to break them apart.
• I still had my shabby clothes on and I felt so out of place, like I didn't belong here, I truly didn't.
• Maybe I should have stayed with my crappy foster parents, with them I didn't seek to be loved, I merely tried to survive.
• But here, it's different. I loved them the moment I learned about them. I left Claire for them.
• I took one last glance at them and looked away.
• Three years ago, it always hurts to see them indulge her while they barely even spoke to me, but looking at them now, I felt indifferent, like I couldn't care less.
• Just then, Leona Miller, my supposed birth mom snapped her eyes towards my direction and her eyes stayed on me for a second, their smile and laughter died on their lips as they gazed at my slender frame.
• Quickly Leona got to her feet and darted towards me with a smile on, attempting to embrace me but I was faster.
• I took a step back, wanting nothing from her. I had just one question in mind, where is Claire?
• I watch her face fall and I could see my brother's disdainful glares at me. Elaine had her face down, acting all innocent and guilty, an act, of which I'm quite aware of.
• Leona gives me a half-hearted smile still. “You must be very tired, why don't you take a bath and come down for dinner?” She offered, her voice unexpectedly calm.
• Oh well, since we're all acting, I retort in a firm tone. “Thank you for your concern Mrs Miller,” I tell her but she didn't take it well.
• I had been longing to call her mom in three years I had lived with them but she always asked me not to, hearing those lines over and over again, it’ll hurt Elaine, give it time.
• So, what was wrong with calling her Mrs Miller though?
• That thought didn't linger on for too long, Mason snapped. “Cut the crap Sienna. Mom and everyone else's been waiting, and you just waltz back in here with that awful attitude?” He spit out with venom.
• But I didn't say a word, it was Elaine who did. “Let's all calm down and I'm sure Sienna didn't mean it that way, right?” She lifts her brows and our eyes met. Fucking snake.
• Loosing interest in her sickening act, I pull my gaze away from her and faced Leona. “You're right about one thing though, I'm tired and I need to rest.” I say and watched them ball their fist, except Jimmy ofcourse.
• He had always acted differently, not welcoming and neither was he warm to me. When I tried to get close to him, he simply shut me out, he isn't big on talking but does that even make him any different from the rest of them?
• He always watches me, like the cunt he is while I'm being treated like crap, over and over again.
• Sighing, I scanned the room for Claire but she isn't here, even Rodney Miller, my father was nowhere to be found either. So much for wanting to welcome me home.
• Ignoring their cold glares, I walked away and towards the room that used to be mine.