Chapter 7

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Melissa

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Damien and I stayed awake talking, moving on from the depressing conversation we began to get to know each other.

I had come to know that his favorite color was turquoise and his favorite animal was a snake.

He wouldn't go into detail about himself; after all he didn't trust me. I didn't mind.

I told him a little more about me, I chose to tell him memories of me and my brothers in exchange for his favorite things.

We state up all night, and by morning my brothers and Leo had joined us.

I hugged Jake when he came out, no words exchanged. I just needed him to know he wasn't at fault.

He hadn't made me cry, she did.

We all talked and laughed together and they invited me to go out with them but I said no.

My Sunday was basically spent grocery shopping and me replaying my conversation with my dad in my head.

"Why did you call me from work?" My dad asks me walking into the lounge where I sat, my back to the wall.

"Mom lied too Jase, Jo and Jake, she said you cheated on her with your secretary and that I knew about it and kept it from her" Is my reply, I was so angry at mom that I didn't care how I told dad just that he heard the truth.

Dad shook his head "she wouldn't do that"

I knew this was coming, I'd be told I'm lying again. No one ever believed me.

"She would and she has" I say

"I know your angry at her, but this isn't right you cannot lie, me and your mother both agreed to tell you children the truth she wouldn't lie to them" he said raising his voice slightly.

"Well she didn't tell them, instead my brothers think that I'm the bitch" I snarled.

My brothers are the only people I have left.

"Maybe you misunderstood" he says more calmly, like his talking to a child and I snapped.

"Why is it always my fucking fault, you both never take responsibility, no your perfectly okay letting your children suffer and shoving me in the middle"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" He shouts but I don't back down.

"All you both have done is, ignore me, pin the blame on me, and in the end I'm left to pick up the pieces" I shout back.

My father's eyes flared before he said the word that would hurt so fucking much "If I'm the bad guy then tell me who was the reason we had to move here in the first place"

He knew what had happened wasn't my fault, assured me he didn't mind moving. Said it would be a fresh start but it never was with him.

He turned to leave but I caught up to him as he walked down the driveway to his car.

"YOU DON'T GET TOO BLAME ME, NOT YOU AND NOT MOM" I screamed at him. I'm sure the neighbors heard but I was angry. Worse I was heartbroken.

Father turned to me and said something he could never take back. "You should never have been born!"

His word where the truth though, I knew the story of my birth. There where complications and it came down to saving me or mom, dad chose mom.

It had been a miracle that I was born, or at least that was what they tried to tell me. Honestly I knew why they chose mom.

They couldn't afford another child having the triplets only two years old. They didn't have the time or money for me.

Secretly if I hadn't been born they might have been better off they both had thought so.

But they had always told me I was their little miracle. Even with the hardships

And he knew that his word would hurt, especially because I knew the story.

Putting on a brave face I shouted back "well I hate you too-" however I lowered my voice as I said "I wish I had never been born too, lord knows I didn't ask for this"

Dad looked devastated as if he just realized what he said, he opened his mouth to say something but I cut him short "just leave, we both know your good at that"

Honestly I wasn't upset at what he said anymore. He was angry and said things he shouldn't. However just cause I understood don't mean I'd go running to talk to him.

He'll do the running.

With the groceries out of the way, I decided to go ahead with my plan to get a dog.

However I didn't want a puppy, if be starting school soon and a puppy needed the supervision, so I decided to go to the animal shelter to adopt.

Which is why I was here, excitedly awaiting too meet the cuties that would make choosing a single dog hard.

The lady walks out and smiles tell me to follow her. I did.

And so my next hour was spent playing with doggos. But none of them clicked with me.

Every dog has their own personality, and none of these digs personalities matched my own. I wanted a dog that would be moody with me.

Looking around I spot a boerboel. Boerboel's are usually one owner dogs, that don't get along with other dogs.

Stepping toward the cage, the dog whose name on the cell doers said was Baker growled.

I turn to the lady and say "I want to adopt Baker"

The lady looked at me and frowned "Baker doesn't like new people I wouldn't recommend adopting him"

I smile "that's alright, I won't adopt him immediately, if its alright with you I'd like him to get to know me better, I want to be Tue one feeding him and I'll be here to visit, gradually I hope to reassure him that he can trust me" I say and the lady nods.

"That's alright with me, we will set up the paper work and we can get you his feeding schedule so you know when to come in" she said and I beamed.

I'll finally have a companion. a friend.

Dogs are better than people anyway.