y/n: your name

l/n: last name

h/c: hair color

h/l: hair length

e/c: eye color

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As a kid, growing up was the dream.

Being high on freedom, not giving a fuck about the rules and demands given by adults.

Y/n never got attention, the love nor the care. She was treated as if she was just a decoration to the house.

Her parents fulfilled her basic needs. Food, a home, clothes, things for school etc.

I mean, that's their job as parents, isn't it?

After years of taking her parents' neglect, the girl wanted to leave...to run away but then Mia came along.

Her precious baby sister, a whopping 15 years younger than herself.

Y/n swore since the day she heard about her mother's pregnancy that Mia wouldn't go through the hell she did.

That she didn't have to hear the hurtful words she had heard too.

That she didn't feel as unlovable as she did.

As the years went by, Y/n and her sister had gotten really close as suspected. At first glance, people would think Y/n was the mother of the little girl.

Her features were the same as hers, like a mini Y/n. Mia's hair was just darker and shorter, a lot straighter as well.

Eventually the girls' parents were tired of leaving them home alone all the time.

Not because it wasn't safe, it was because they were afraid that Y/n would have boys over and have parties.

So much for trust, huh?

So they booked two tickets headed to Europe for the two girls so they could live with their aunt. Not only there was better, it had better opportunities for Mia... better people.

It also just meant Y/n and Mia's parents would save more money and less things to worry about.

Her aunt was their mother's sister who was rich. Like...stupid rich.

How come?

She married into it of course. Y/n's aunt Cassie was a beautiful 23 year old with short black hair and a model body.

If aunt Cassie wanted to pursue modeling, she could have and gotten really far with it too.

At that age she met and married a 67 year old hag with millions to his name.

Aunt Cassie was married to him for almost 2 years when he died. Anyone could imagine how happy she was when her husband finally bit the dust.

The woman was young, beautiful and had money. If she wanted, she could have used the money notes as napkins.

Being rich comes with elegance.

'Sit up straight Y/n'

'Men don't like women who smoke and drink Y/n'

'Don't sit with your legs open Y/n'

'No man likes a dumb woman Y/n'

Just shut the fuck up already.

At the present time, she walked to the balcony where her aunt stood.

The cold night breeze played with the two female's hair.

Y/n walked up, her footsteps being quiet. She snatched the cigarette from between aunt Cassie's lips.

"Men don't like when women smoke, Aunt Cassie" Y/n sassed.

She received a scoff in return and not even a glance was thrown at the younger of the two.

"You definitely have your mother's back talk." Her aunt shook her head looking at the view

Beyond the front yard there was miles and miles of trees. They were 10 minutes away from the city by car

"I was thinking Y/n." Aunt Cassie trailed off, " You should go back to America."

Y/n's eyebrows shot up instantly, turning her head to face her aunt.

"Pardon?" Y/n gave her no time to respond as she added, "I'm not going back there."

"You have to learn how to fend for yourself now. Your parents are offering you an apartment back home."

"No,"

"No?" Aunt Cassie straightened her posture and leaned against the balcony rail on her side, "It's not an option. I think you should go so you will. You can't live with me forever."

This caused Y/n to scoff as she ran a hand through her h/c hair to brush it back, "I'm sorry. Am I picking up too much space in this house?"

"Whether we live in a big house, small house or a fucking box, you have to learn that not everything is handed to you on a silver platter. You're 18 now for crying out loud."

The girl giggled softly as she shook her head, "We both know that nothing I have was brought to me so easily. I worked my ass off back in America. I taught Mia to walk, read, talk, count- I basically raised my own sister,"

Straightening her posture, Y/n shoved her cold, stiff hand in the pockets of her sweats as she continued, "I'm not going anywhere, there's no way I'm leaving Mia. We're done here."

The girl flicked the cigarette she snagged earlier over the edge of the balcony and turned to walk away.

Before she could take a second step, an angry Aunt Cassie slid in front of her path.

"I am your guardian and you will listen to me." The woman said sternly, her breathing getting significantly rapid in annoyance, "You no longer live here. You either go to America or the streets of England. Choose wisely."

Y/n tilted her head to the side as she narrowed her eyes at the shorter black haired woman before her.

The whirling and whistling of the night's wind occupied the silence before Y/n walked around her and headed down the marble stairs to the front door

The floors and stairs were made out of marble, it was white and always polished to give it a shiny look.

The chandelier overhead provided most of the light in the main area where they were.

Y/n grabbed her wallet along with one of the many car keys that was in a small basket that was conveniently on a small table beside the double door.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?"

The female at the door spun around to face her aunt, "You have like 100 different cars. You won't mind if I take one, will ya?"

The older angry woman knew her question was laced with sarcasm which made her blood boil more.

Despite the clear tension in the air and glances the two were giving each other, they failed to realize the little girl at the top of the stairs, clutching onto her stuffed brown bear which had a bow tie and a top hat.

"Anie?" The little girl spoke.

The hateful eyes pried away from each other and softened at the presence of the young girl in her pajamas.

"Anie? Where are you going?" Mia walked down the stairs, approaching Y/n whilst rubbing her eyes.

Y/n remembered the day Mia started calling her Anie. Mia was a toddler and she had been trying to get the youngster to say her name

The only thing that came out her mouth was 'Anie'

As Mia grew a bit older she had preferred the nickname rather than her given one.

When the little girl was in front of Y/n, she knelt down and smiled.

Y/n brushed Mia's hair back and cupped her face in her hands, "Anie has to go, okay? You won't see me for a while but I'll visit you soon."

Mia shook her head, "Why are you leaving?" Her small voice was laced in sadness, "Can I come too?"

Y/n eyes threatened to well up at the sight of her sister, "I'm afraid not munchkin. I do have to go and settle down somewhere else but I'll be back and I'll take you for ice cream, yeah?"

The four year old nodded weakly in response, her grip on the bear getting noticeably tighter.

"Thank you for understanding." Y/n plastered a fake smile though it was killing her inside.

"You promise you'll come and visit me?" Mia looked down at her feet.

The h/c haired girl lifted her younger sister's head up to look at her.

"I promise."

Promises were always sacred to Mia, she loved promises because they gave her reassurance.

Mia hugged her older sister tightly, "I love you, Anie."

"I love you more, munchkin."

With a kiss on Mia's forehead, Y/n playfully shooed her away after which made Mia giggle.

When the young girl was out of sight, Aunt Cassie spoke

"If you leave the offer is no longer valid and you'll be dead to me."

With a smile, Y/n opened the double doors, "Then I'll see you in hell."