-LINA'S POV-

Knock knock.

"Go awayyyyy." I wail, burying myself under my duvet after a long, sleepless night.

Knock knock.

"Fuck off."

Knock Knock.

A voice yells, "Lina I swear to god if you don't let us in!"

Sin.

But who's us?

Knock knock.

"Cat, darling, I don't have all day!"

I spring out of bed the minute I hear Missy's voice, running to the door.

"Hey Missy. Morning Sin." I welcome them with a half-smile, before going back to near my bed and grabbing my phone.

No messages.

Rhiannon seems to have forgotten I exist, which sucks. The rest of the group is busy and that's understandable, but seriously?

Seeing no messages on your phone sucks.

"Hey Lina, thanks for finally letting us in." Sin says as he dumps his bags on his bed, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Oh your so welcome," I bat my eyelashes, "I rushed to do so, so I'm glad your grateful."

"Can you stop flirting and make me a coffee? Also, Cat darling, we need to sort out some boring paperwork."

"Missy, did I ever tell you I loved you?" I laugh as she sits on the floor in the middle of our room, laying out paperwork.

"The ice princess is capable of love?" Sin and Missy say mockingly, to which I return with a middle finger.

After Sin makes everyone a drink, he goes to head out somewhere, but I don't bother to ask him where.

I cross my legs and sit next to Missy, pen in hand. "Alright sherlock, what are we doing?"

"You need to describe your age and build and all that shit before we get to the more official side of things."

"Is this a transference to adult services, or is this a bloody witness statement? Your not getting me locked up, are you?" I ask, writing down my full name.

She grins. "Nope, not yet."

After an hour of paperwork, we both decide we need a break so I smoke a cigarette out the window whilst she has another coffee.

"Don't get hooked on smoking. After my baby, I was attached to it. It was my coping mechanism."

"Don't worry," I reply with a wink, "I prefer drugs anyway."

I put out my cigarette on the windowsill before sitting on the floor again, noticing that she has a small birth mark under her ear.

Who else do I know with a birth mark under their ear?

"Your looking at the mark, right? It's weird, isn't it? Everyone in my family has been born like it. After watching The Originals I like to pretend it means I'm a wolf, but that's sadly and clearly not the case."

"I recognise it."

She laughs nervously, looking around the room strangely, as if there's someone else who should be here. "Well duh, Cat, you've known me for years."

Who else do I know that has it?

"Hey, I'm back!" Sin calls as he opens the door, waving at us, carrying bags again.

I raise an eyebrow, noticing he borrowed one of my black scarfs.

"Nice scarf, crybaby. But is it really that cold?" I question, as I take one of his bags out of his arm so he has less to carry- seeing as it's food for this room.

He mutters, "Well someone gave me a hickey and I didn't want to have to explain that to Missy."

"Let me see." I laugh, ignoring the strange looks Missy is giving us.

He sighs and pulls the scarf off, revealing a purple shade of skin. Above this, I notice a tiny little mark-

A birthmark.

"Put the scarf back on. And can you go out? Please? I want to talk to Missy about something. Something private." I hiss.

****

When Sin finally leaves, I sit Missy down.

"Missy. I know you don't like talking about it, but can I ask you about your baby?"

"My son?" She responds, looking slightly worried and apprehensive.

I nod. "Why did you become a social worker to help kids that are going through what you chose to put your kid through?"

"I wanted to feel closer to him. I-" she wipes her eye, "I hate myself for it. I like being a social worker. I can see the care he's getting, all that. I only gave him up because I wouldn't be able to give him sufficient care."

"Where did you drop him?"

Her eyes flinch. "Prezzo. I think. I got drunk afterwards to numb the pain, the days a blurr."

The dots have always been there, but I think I just connected them.

"Fucking hell. Missy, it's him, isn't it?"

Her eyes pool with tears. "I love him, Cat. But his father was an asshole, he hit and missed. He jeeted and yeeted. Cum and run. Whatever you kids say, he did. My dad- I grew up in a Christian family."

I remember a conversation I had with Sin. He was telling me how sad he would feel about his mother being a bitch by ditching him, but Missy always made him feel better.

"Missy, if you don't tell him, I will."

She shakes her head. "No. No, Catalina, you can't do that."

"Yes I can. He deserves to know." I defend him and myself, ignoring the rage in her eyes.

Missy grabs my hand. "Please. Cat. I'm begging you."

Chewing my lip, it's hard to make an appropriate decision. This woman has been there for me for years, when barely anyone else has. But it's Sin, I can't keep this from him and he deserves to know.

"You have two hours. Tell him softly."

******
-SIN'S POV-

Silence.

I have no words after hearing hers- my initial shock was quiet, but now I'm deadly silent.

"Sin, I'm your mother." She had told me.

In my head, I thought it was a joke, but her face was deadly serious and the tears that followed supported her answer.

"Sin? Say something."

All the times I've spoke to her, about my asshole of a mother. She'd always defend her, but I just presumed it was maternal instinct, or girl empowerment shit.

"Is this some sort of sick joke? Is Lina behind this?" I stutter, pulling the skin next to my nails off in a haze.

Missy shakes her head. "No. No, it's not a joke. Cat worked it out and um, she said I had to-"

"You mean you weren't going to fucking tell me anyway?"

All the times I've cried, no, sobbed and screamed to her about my mother, the useless woman who ditched me in a fucking shithole, who made me be raised by care-homes and never know the meaning of the family.

"Get the fuck out," I spit, pointing at the door, "I can't even look at you."

"Sin, son, baby, my baby, please." She says, her eyelashes wet with tears.

I shake my head.

"Out. Now."

After a few minutes (it felt like hours) of laying on the floor crying, Lina comes bursting in.

"Sin, are you okay?" She asks worringly, actually caring, her arms out ready to hug me.

I rest on her chest- she's kneeling on the floor and I'm laying back, my head on her breasts as she runs her fingers through my hair- the nicest act she's ever done for me.

"She's- she's my-" I croak, not being able to say the words after my mental breakdown.

She nods. "I know, okay Sin, I know. It's hard but you have me okay and I'm going to help you through this."

"But do I have you? Your distant," I pull back, looking her up and down, "cold and distant. How is that reliable."

Lina stands up, crossing her arms. "Don't you dare take it out on me, Sin. Just because you're really fucking upset doesn't give you the right to take it out on the one person trying to help you!"

"Isn't that what you do?" I challenge, "And anyway, you have no clue what I'm going through."

"I know what it's like to not have a mother for years." She says quietly, looking the most fragile and timid I have ever seen her.

How could she compare our situations?

"At least she wasn't right under your nose the whole bloody time."

She shakes her head again, laughing her angry, venomous laugh- any signs and traces of fragility had vanished, left was the girl I met in the room.

"No Sin, she's under the fucking ground, sorry, I forgot that being dead is much better."

"You spent years with her, Catalina, you cannot complain!" I yell, angry and jealous.

Lina laughs once more. "So have you, Sin. You just didn't know it. It sucks okay? It's so so so shit what Missy did and how she went around it, but it happened and-"

"Stop comparing our situations, Lina, they are completely different." I snap, pissed off that she would act like this when I'm clearly not in the correct state.

"Just because my madre didn't choose to leave me doesn't mean it hurt any less!"

Her eyes look different. The normal devillish tint has glazed over, but not with it's normal protective color of coldness, but with pure and utter pain and anger.

Guilt consumes me as I watch the girl I lo-

Girl I care look like she's about to break into pieces in front of me, because of me.

Then I remember the shit she said, tell her to go fuck herself and cry as she walks out the room.

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