Broken Moon

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AN: Gracias por los comentarios. Thank you for the reviews. They made my freaking day! I have been trying to finish most of my stories, and just concentrate on this one and on another account that I opened at fictionpress. I still love all of you. Special thanks to liljenrocks, thank you for beta-ing this story for me. I appreciate everything and please take care.

Broken Ties

Addivani stared at me, her eyes opened wide and a gasp escaped her lips. She'd never stared at me with such fear and hatred. I could feel my rage washing over me, like a powerful wave, crashing against my soul. I had enough! I was tired of the constant belittling, denigration and abuse that I had endure at the hands of Addison Vanessa Clearwater.

I was tired of feeling down. I needed to feel loved, wanted and needed. I needed someone that would care for me and accept me for what I was. I wasn't completely human, but I craved the security and protection that my father gave Addivani and my other siblings. I wanted to be the light of someone's eyes. I wanted to be loved and admire.

Tears began to fall down her russet cheeks and she trembled angrily. Her dark eyes were blazing with hatred and loath. She turned around and began to vandalize my room. She grabbed the teddy bear my father gave me when I was his only child... and shredded it. I watched hopelessly as she obliterated my only sanctuary in this cold house. When she was done, she exited the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

I knelt on the floor, picking the pieces of the teddy bear Seth Clearwater gave me. I could hear Addivani and my other sisters yelling and crying. She was telling them that I slapped her for no apparent reason. I wanted to go to them and tell them what really had happened. I wanted to let them know what kind of evil sister we had, raise my voice and shout to the world how unhappy and useless I felt.

I began to hate how despondent and miserable I'd become. I needed to escape and get out of this prison. I wasn't needed in my own family. I was constantly on the sidelines, shunned by the people that were supposed to love me.

My mother was my only reason to live. She gave me her smile and I felt the world spin again. She was my only source of happiness. I missed the early days of my short childhood when it was just us three. I was exhausted from the pain that surrounded me.

I continued to kneel on the floor, letting my tears fall down the paleness of my face and hit the wooden floor. I could hear my mother and father running up the stairs. My father's breathing was fast and I knew that I was going to get the short end of the deal. I was the one that suffered the betrayal of seeing my boyfriend fucking my sister. I could be the victim, but in his eyes I was the culprit.

I heard a soft knock on the door and I immediately felt the pain wash over me. I quickly got to my feet and began to pace. I didn't want my mother to suffer because of me. I couldn't see her sad. She was meant to shine and smile.

"Mallory Moon," she said softly, as she opened the door of my room. "What happened, little Seth?" she asked. I hated being called 'little Seth', it was a constant reminder that I was the shadow of my dead brother.

I walked to the door and opened it more. I saw her face change and I felt guilty for causing her pain.

"Mommy," I muttered, running to her warm embrace and burying my face on her shoulder. I had to speak to her, but I didn't want the rest of the family to listen to what I wanted to say. I reached for her hand and spoke to her telepathically

"She took him, too!" I said telepathically. "Addivani took Ruben from me!"

I showed her my thoughts of seeing Addison and Ruben, rolling on the sand naked, as they made love. I thought of the many times she'd hurt me...

Mom took my hand and guided me to the bed. She told me that everything would be alright, but I knew in my heart that today was going to be the end. I had officially made up my mind. I was leaving. I would leave my family behind. Today was the start of my journey. I had saved enough money to visit Papa Jacob and Nessie. I had not seen them in many years. They probably forgot about me, but I knew that I was always welcome in their home.

My father entered the room, holding Addivani's hand. He looked upset and I knew from experience that I was going to be the one blamed. It was natural to blame me! I never answered back; I took my punishment and never complained.

"Get out of my room!" I yelled at Addi. I didn't want to see her. I felt the anger bubbling inside me, ready to erupt like a volcano.

"Get out of my room! ¡Vete de mi cuarto! ¡Vete de mi cuarto, por favor!" I yelled, telling her to leave my room in Spanish.

Addivani began cry, clutching at my father's enormous hand. She was such a fucking good actress. She didn't care who got hurt along her path.

"Moon, déjame explicarte, por favor. No es lo que tú piensas." she answered in Spanish.

Can she really be so cold and conniving?

"Moon, let me explain, please. It's not how you think it happened!" she cried. What a fucking hypocrite.

I had to laugh. It was funny to hear her say things like that. I watched my father's face and he was troubled. He loved me, I know that he did. But in his eyes, Addivani was a saint.

"I'm not blind, Addi. I saw you naked, rolling around in the sand with Ruben. I know what I saw. You fucking slept with him! You're a slut! Every guy that I like, you fucking have to take!" I shouted, standing up for myself.

My parents' eyes opened wide and for a moment they just exchanged looks. I never spoke up; I was always quiet and didn't argue. But not today! Never again!

Papito walked up to me. He looked angry and menacing too. "Don't you dare talk like that in front of your sweet sister!" he hissed. "You are the oldest. Start acting like the adult that you are."

I was tired of everything. I was going to let the world hear my voice. "I will talk the way I want! I hate her. She is a fucking slut! She knew I loved Ruben. She does this all the time." I yelled, averting my eyes to Addivani.

Mom tried to get in the middle, trying to control the situation, but there was no turning back. I hated to see her cry and hurt, but it was time that I started to think about myself. I couldn't take it anymore. I had reached the limits of my patience. It took me seventeen years to finally understand that I needed to stand up for myself. No one needed to constantly step on me.

"If you don't like the way I run my family, then get out!" Papito snarled, his body shaking.

His words hurt me so much. I loved my father with all of my heart, but at the same time, I despised him.

"Oh, yeah!" I said angrily, running to my closet and retrieving a duffel bag. "I had it up to here!" I cried, tears falling down my face.

"I'm sick of this damn life! I hate what I've become. I thought that I would be happy, but I'm not! I am tired of always being the bad guy in this house. I hate that you take my 'sweet sister' side all the time! There are four other children in this goddamn house, you know!" I cried, shoving as many clothes as I could in to the bag.

My mother walked up to me and took the clothes out of the bag, but I was determined. I was leaving this hell hole. It had been almost nine years filled with resentment, frustration and agony.

Dad strode to where I stood and grabbed my hand. "Where the fuck are you going, Mallory?" he sneered, taking the clothes from my other hand and threw them on the bed. "Where are you gonna go? You are a part of this family! We can work it out." he said, his voice becoming passive.

Papito loved me. He didn't want to see me go. I wanted to hug him, but my anger was too overpowering. I was consumed by the suffering of seeing Addivani in Ruben's arms. I couldn't take it! Her actions had turned a switch inside me. I was finally thinking of myself. I was furious; my true nature was taking over me!

I could read his thoughts and I wanted to cry. He was recalling the time we spent in France. I was occupying his thoughts! He loved me so very much, but he feared that I would hurt my sisters and brother.

"I'm sick of Addison taking everything that is mine. She took my Ruben. She knew I loved him!"

"What are you talking about?" he said, placing his hands on my shoulder. I wanted to hug him and feel safe in his arms. I wanted to become a child and snuggle closer against him.

"You have everything a girl your age would want! We give you everything. We provide for you, the triplets and Diego. We give you love and attention. What more do you want?"

"I don't have anything, Papi! I lost everything when Seth Jacob died. I don't see a reason to stay in this house anymore."

Papito's eyes opened wide. "Don't you ever mutter the name of my dead son!"

"Papi," I sobbed. "All I ever wanted was for you to look at me the way you look at Addi, Ally, Lexi and Diego. I just wanted you to see me! I'm even fighting the shadow of a son that died seventeen years ago. I don't have the strength or vigor to fight anymore."

I cried so hard and I felt so sad. I couldn't look him in the eyes ever again. I had opened the scab that protected the memories of my deceased brother.

"I just want you to look at me… and not see Seth Jacob in me! But see me for who I am!"

"Mallory, we love you. You aren't the shadow of your brother." my mother said, reaching for me and caressed my hair. "I love you my angel, my little Seth."

I hated that name! I hated being called little Seth!

"Let her leave if she wants." Addivani shouted, drying her tears and walking to Papito. "All she does is bring us trouble. Because of her we have to constantly move around. She's worthless!" she said hatefully.

I gasped, taking a step backwards. Addivani was a bitch! I couldn't believe that we were related.

"It's true! I'm better off dead than alive. I'm a stranger in my own house." I whispered, shaking my head sadly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Daddy asked furiously. "We love you and respect you. You're the one that demands more attention. There are five of you and only two parents!"

I never demanded attention. I was content with seeing them happy. I couldn't win either way. I would always be a constant reminder of Seth Jacob. I was always going to be compared to Addison Vanessa; this was a fight that I would never win.

"Seth!" my mother said furiously, taking Addivani's hand and shoving her out of my room. Mom looked fierce. I had never seen her look so defiant. "Shut up!" she shouted, slamming the door and staring angrily at him.

She walked towards me and hugged me tightly. "Moon, we love you! You belong with us. Baby, don't pay attention to your sister. She's jealous of you. Seth, tell your first daughter that we love her." she said, her eyes pleading with my father.

Papito placed his warm hand on me and stared in to my eyes. "I love you, Mallory…" his voice trailing. "But if you think that running away solves your problems…" he said, turning around and walking towards the door.

"I'm not running away, Seth." I said dryly.

"Even though, that was the first example you taught me, I wasn't running away!" I said viciously. I wanted to hurt him, to at least make him feel how it hurts to be reminded of the past.

My father turned around and in one swift motion he stood in front of me. I could see the hurt, anger and anguish mixed with sadness in his golden eyes.

I saw his hand slowly moving towards me. I had perfect reflexes. I could have moved swiftly and let him miss. But I stood stoically, anticipating his anger in the form of a slap. It didn't hurt. I felt no physical pain. All I could feel was my heart breaking into tiny pieces for the second time today.

"I think you should leave, Mallory Black." he whispered, turning around and exiting the bedroom.

I didn't feel any physical pain, only my heart hurt. My father never raised his hand at us. I guess there was always an exception.

I turned around to face my mother. I didn't want to see her cry. I couldn't bear to see a tear escape her eyes. I felt responsible! I'd broken my promise to always keep a happy smile on her precious lips.

I gave her a sad smile. I tried to be strong, but there was no strength in me. I was empty and the void in my heart was too enormous to ignore.

"No, don't go!" she ordered, coming towards me and holding me tightly in her arms. "I'll talk to him, baby. Don't go." she begged, tightening her arms around me.

I smiled behind my tears. My mother would always fight for me. I wanted to stay, even if it was just for her. She'd always been my source of happiness. She was my world and I will forever gravitate around her.

"I always loved him, mommy. You know I do." I said, my voice breaking. "Don't worry about me! I'll be fine! You did a great job raising me. I love you so much, mommy!" I told her, taking both of her hands in mine and planting kisses on them.

I inhaled a deep breath, before letting go of her tender hands. I hurriedly walked to my bed and shoved enough clothes in the duffel bag. I was leaving. My mind had already been made. I was going to leave the house where I held no fond memories.

I walked to the window and turned around to see my mother's face one last time.