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"What…What did you just say Bry?" Please anything but this, please don't tell me, you saw our mother's death.
"I saw bad man. Mr. Buttons was sweeping. I wanted to see mommy. I was scared; the bad man said he wanted to pway with me. "
"The man was in your room and he wanted to play with you?" He was in her room. Bastard wanted my sister too.
"Uh huh. I didn't want to pway with him. Mommy said not to talk with stwangers and then I called mommy and she came and then her and the bad man left my woom. I heard mommy cwy, Kywlee. I wanted mommy, I twied to go to her. I weally twied. Did the bad man hurt mommy? Is that why mommy went down the toilet?"
"Well Brylee…. I…." it was then I heard someone clean their throat. It was then I noticed we weren't alone. How long has 'What's her face' been here? I hope she didn't hear Brylee, they already thought I was crazy. I felt myself become anxious. Would they separate us? What if they told this Sam, guy we were crazy? Would he not want us? They are going to tear us apart, I know it. I can take her. Just grab Brylee and run. What hospital am I in again? Where would we go? I started to panic. It felt as if my heart wanted to jump out of my chest. Why is it so hot in here? She is talking what is she saying?
"Miss Lupe, your brother and his wife are here. Are you two ladies ready to start your new life?" Good, either she didn't hear Brylee, or she ignored it.
"Kywlee, you have a bwother? " Brylee asked and just like that, I was calm. I just need to focus on Brylee now. I can't keep letting my emotions cloud my judgment.
"We both have a brother. Better yet, we have a half-brother. He's our father's son. Brylee, we are going to live with them for a while. It's going to be a brand-new adventure. I know how much you like adventures."
"Can we still get Ice Cweam?"
"Sure kid. Now let me find something acceptable to wear. I don't think, we should meet our brother, with me dressed in…...whatever you call this sad excuse for a gown."
It took a while for me to find my clothing. Seriously, how did I not notice I wasn't wearing my clothing? What was in that shot? After about thirty minutes, 'What's her face' came back.
"Good, you're dressed. I'm going to let Mr. Uley in now. He and his wife are overly excited to meet both of you."
"I bet they are, it's not every day, you get a phone call telling you, you need to come picks up your long-lost sisters, which you didn't know existed. Having to drive to almost another state, where the oldest is currently residing because she is a bit of a nut job. I bet he is jumping for joy. I know I would be." I guess not everyone, enjoy my kind of humor. Her face was priceless.
"I be happy!" Brylee said giggling afterwards. I guess I should watch what I'm doing around Brylee. I need set a good example. What's her face cleared her throat and told me she would be back with my brother.
"Do you think, he nice? Maybe he will let me pway with his toys. Do you think he has calowing books? Do you think, he like ice cweam? Can we get some Ice Cweam?" Here we go again with the million questions.
"Yes Bry, bet he's really nice. You really want that ice cream, don't you? In any case, I don't know if he has toys. Nor do I think, he colors, I'll ask if we can get you something to color."
"See Sam, told you it was a good idea to stop at that store." It was then I noticed we were alone anymore. A woman, followed by a man and what's her face, entered the room.
"You're right Emily." The man, who I'm going to assume, is my new big brother, replied.
"I love it, when you say that."
The man, Sam, rolled his eyes to the lady's, who's my guess would is Emily, comment. I took a big, long look at these people. At the man, who would now, for all intent and purpose, by like the father I never wanted and the woman he's married to. I try to find any similarities between us but besides our hair color and skin tone, I see nothing. He looks just like our father, well what I remember of the man anyway. He has the same chin, nose and even his forehead reminds me of the man. He looks more like Brylee or I guess Brylee looks like him. He is older than both of us. The only thing we have in common is our eyes. Eyes that aren't hazel but not quite brown. It was then I realized I was staring. I looked at Brylee then and noted she was more interested in the woman's face than our new brother. Can't really blame her, she looks like she got into a fight with scissors and lost…repeatedly. I tried to get Brylee to focus on something else. Don't want to get these people mad.
"It's not polite to stare little girl." Sam growled towards Brylee, scaring poor Bry, in the process.
"She is little kid. She doesn't know any better." I responded, not to nicely may I add.
"That is no excuse to be disrespectful and stare at my wife's face like that."
Who does this guy think he is? Scaring a child like that. Doesn't he know what she has been through? What we have been through? I felt myself getting really mad out of nowhere and I was about to say something, I would probably regret saying later when Emily turned to Sam and saved the day.
"Sam… It's alright. She is just curious. Claire is the same way."
She turned to Brylee then and began to walk towards her. Brylee began to scoot on the bed trying to get behind me. I never felt like hitting a man in my life and in that moment. I wanted to hurt Sam. Emily bent down into the side of me and looked at Brylee.
"Hey little one, my name is Emily. You must be Brylee. I heard a lot of good things about you. Do you want some ice cream? I heard the cafeteria has really good ice cream. Do you want to go with me and get some?"
I could almost see the thoughts that went through Brylee's head. She was deciding if ice cream was worth going with the lady and passing the mean and scary man. I guess Ice cream won out because she looked at me, almost asking if it was okay for her to go.
"Go ahead Bry. You deserve it." At my response, Bry hopped out of the bed and stuck her hand out for Emily. Typical Brylee offer her ice cream, and all is forgiving. As they reached the door, Brylee stopped suddenly. She became unsure and hesitant. She turned around and asked me.
"You be here, wight?" My eyes watered then.
"Of course, kid. I'm not going anywhere without you. I promise. Now go get ice cream and bring me some."
With that, all her worries vanished, and she left with Emily. Leaving me alone, with Sam. Crap. Silence filled the room, as we watched each other. He stared at my face, almost as if looking for something. I was so focus on what to say next that I almost didn't hear what he said.
"You look, like your mother. I'm sorry to hear about what happened."
"Well, it's not like you killed her, so you have nothing to be sorry for".
"I want you to know, you and Brylee will be safe with us. You don't have to worry about anyone hurting you."
"Thank you. I will try best to leave as soon as possible. I'll be eighteen next year and I'll get a job. You don't have to worry about Brylee and I being a burden. Just please give me that year."
"If you want to move when you're eighteen that's fine, but you are more than welcome to stay as long as you want. We have plenty of room to go around. You will not be a burden."
"…."
"If I had known, you two existed… I would have come sooner. When they come back, we can go. Everything has been signed and paid for."
"Thank you"
At that moment Brylee came running into the room. Her earlier fear of Sam and Emily gone, typical Brylee, gives her sweets and she is yours.
"Guess what Kywlee? I got Ice cweam. I ate it all! She said I can calowing the picture. She said I have a fwend name Claire and that if I be good. I can wide a piggy's back. I just have to ask the guys."
"Riding a what? After asking who?" I looked at Emily. What is she telling my little sister?
"We have a lot of friends back at the Res and I told if she is good, one of them will be happy to give her a piggyback ride." Emily explained.
With that Sam prompted us to go. I grab the little stuff I had. Sam explained that we wouldn't be heading back to the reservation quite yet. We were going to stay at a hotel, till we got everything done. By everything, he meant my mother's funeral. The ride to the hotel was quiet, Brylee having fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the booster chair, the look a lot like hers. As soon as we got to our room (it was more like a suite), Emily put her to bed. It was difficult seeing some other woman, treating Brylee the way mom used to, but I needed to be strong for Brylee.
Sam and sat down on the couch and began to discuss what we would do. I didn't want to return to my house. I would never be comfortable staying there or allowing Brylee to stay there and we needed a clean break. We decided to sell the house and donate my mother's clothing. It was decided that everything else would be packed and moved to a storage facility in Forks, which was about 30 minutes away from where we would be staying. My mother always told me she wanted to be cremated so that solved the whole where will she be buried problem. As surreal as it was, I knew my mother would have been proud to know, how productive I was. I didn't even cry. I think I am to numb to cry.
About a week later, we were on our way to the reservation. Everything worked out as plan. My mother apparently had planned out everything in case of her death. A lawyer had filled in me in on everything. How he found me, I have no idea, but he did. He explained to me that my mother had a huge inheritance that came her way and it paid for everything. On top of that, my mother's life insurance insured that Brylee and I were left living very cozy.
He explained that the inheritance was to be divided between Brylee and me, to be received on our 21st birthday but until then we had her life insurance to tie us over. Yes, that was what he said. However since, it was a bit of money we needed someone to handle it or something. I was too busy trying not to hurt him at this point. Really, my mother is dead, but we have her money to tie us over till we turn 21. What a jerk. Anyways, he explained that we would get a monthly allowance and if we needed more that Sam, who was our appointed guardian, would decide whether to give it to us. Like I cared about money, I would give it all up if it meant I'd wake up from this nightmare.
The silver lining was that Brylee; seem to have to be really taken with Emily. It took a while, Brylee not wanting to leave my side as soon as we left the hospital. Almost as if she were afraid, I'd leave without her. Like that would happen. Slowly but surely, she began to open to Emily. Surprisingly, she even began speaking with Sam. She still had her moments when she would wake up calling for mom, or when she would ask me why mom left. I don't think she utterly understood the whole concept of our mother's death, but I knew she was still very young. I knew she would eventually move on from our mother's death. Honestly, I knew she would recover way before I will. Unlike me, her last words to our mother were loving words. No accusations or hurtful words, like mine. I don't think I will ever forgive myself for that.
Brylee began speaking of Claire, Emily's baby cousin I learned, as if they were already friends. Emily had called some man named Jared and had Claire speak with Brylee and now apparently, they are best friends. Kid was driving me crazy. Claire likes color. Claire loves ice cream. Claire this, Claire that. I haven't met the girl and I already know more than I want to. I guess I should just relax. It's good that Brylee will have a friend in this strange place. She will have Claire and Mr. Buttons, who mysteriously appeared on Brylee's bed. When I asked Emily, where he came from, I was pleasantly surprised to find out Sam, had driven to my house and retrieved it. I guess he can't be that bad.
About 5 hours later, I saw the sign welcoming us to the Quileute reservation. It wasn't long after that we pulled up to this house. Brylee had fallen asleep on the trip over, and I turned to wake her.
"Bry…Its time to wake up, we're here." Brylee woke up and I helped her unbuckle, as Sam got out of the car and began to unload the trunk. Emily came around to Bry's door, carrying her into the house, leaving me again with Sam.
"Where do you want me to put our stuff?" I asked.
"We have two rooms, set up for you guys. Just leave your stuff. I'll have one of the guys take it in."
With that he grabbed the bag I had in my hands and went into the house. Leaving me alone with my thoughts, I took the time to look around. To take in the scenery, there was a lot of green. Everywhere I turned I saw trees upon trees. It was getting dark, so I didn't really get to appreciate the picturesque view. One thing for sure there was a lot of tree. Mom would have liked it here. She was always going on and on about how the city's air was unhealthy. She would go on and on about how all we were breathing was smoke. I felt a warm breeze then on my cheek. It almost felt as if a hand grazed my face. If I had anymore tears left in me. I think I would have cried then.
"Look mom, trees and lots of them. Now we have all the fresh air we want."
"It's even fresher, after it rains, and boy does it rain here." I heard a voice behind me. It came so sudden that I jumped. I turned quickly about to give this person a piece of my mind. All my words left me right then and there. One of the best-looking guys I have ever seen was standing not even six feet away from me.
"I'm sorry, did I scare you? I thought you heard me walking up to the car. You must be Kylee. Welcome to the Quileute reservation."