My Ex Lover

Chapter 2: My Story

Ever since I was born my own mother loathed me. She had wished for a daughter but a son was born instead. Both my parents decided to never do an ultrasound, they just trusted their guts and hoped that it's a baby girl. They had everything prepared, from the clothes and toys, to the responsibility that the child will hold in the company. It was so obvious that it was a girl. All the signs a mother should have when they're expecting a daughter leads to that, they say.

To their dismay, everything went crashing down when I got delivered out of my mother's womb. It was like she saw hell itself when she witnessed her child have a dingling stick and two balls. She never even gave a smile. At least, that's what my grandparents said. My parents immediately tried to give me away to a close family. A loving one, but very far from the status that my biological parents have. Nonetheless, I had the best childhood. I had good friends and my foster parents loved me as their own.

Not until they had their own child. I realized how the treatment changed, how it's so different from how they tend to their own child and me. Even my foster grandparents seemed to just threw me out of the window the moment they laid eyes on him. I felt left out and bitter. My cousins still played with me, though, and my aunt treated me like how she treated her own children.

Months after my brother, my foster parent's son, was born, our father cheated on my mom. She had to go all the way to military camp to confirm he had another woman and caught them in 4k. From then on, my mother was nothing but a ticking bomb. She would explode whenever she remembers the betrayal, and then go back to being a ticking bomb. I pitied my brother, who knows nothing of the world. He doesn't know why my mom acted that way or why she would suddenly scream and pick fights with dad.

My biological grandfather came to pick me up one day when I was seven after finding out that the environment I was in was toxic. I was saddened to leave the family that I lived with for seven years but I couldn't really do anything at that time. My grandfather still agreed to let me visit them from time to time so I was still grateful.

After my grandparents took me in, they made me read different literature and made me study different courses. I did everything I could to make them acknowledge me, even though they already do. I was afraid they would lose interest the moment I fail in something. Trauma response, I guess. I took medicine, education, and law all at the same time. I passed in all of them and graduated with high honors. Even after all of that, I still felt that I haven't done enough, so I'm now taking English Language Studies.

My mother found out that I was living a good life so she decided to make it hellish. She wanted to take me in but my grandparents fought for me. I had a younger twin brother and sister who visits me every week. One of the twins, my brother, had a rare disease. The veins in his head had formed into little lumps and would one day just explode. No matter how I tried to find a cure for him as. doctor, I knew it would be impossible to actually find one. So I tried to spend as much time with him as possible but here's where my devil mother comes in play.

She never let me visit my brother in the hospital or at home. I would always try to sneak in at night. I would literally jump over the gate, climb the house, or steal another's visitor's I.D at the hospital just so I could see him. He would give me the tightest hug whenever I came around and my sister would always tell me that she loves me. I love them two. After three months of battling his illness, my brother died. You know what's worse? My mother never allowed me to go on his funeral. I pushed and punched all the bodyguards but I only have one body. I couldn't do anything. I cried at home in front of my grandparents, begging them to do something but they just look at me full of pity. They, too, can do nothing.

Last year, I took it to the law so that I could take care of my little sister on my own. Who knows what kind of abuse she's experiencing at home for her little age. It took me months, almost a year even, before I was able to foster her. She now lives with me. My mom is only allowed to visit her once a month and my sister is allowed to go stay with her only 2 times in 5 months.

My father had the audacity to show up to me one day, asking me to take over his pharmaceutical company. He also, cheated with my real mother and decided to leave home. I only saw him twice and he had the guts to ask me for that big of a favor. I hurriedly rejected him and asked him to leave. He just laughed and shrugged as he walked out of the house. f*****g bastard.

I now have been living with my older brother and sister who only watched at the sideline while everything happened. I was mad at them back then but I realized that they couldn't really do anything, too. My mother was a big figure, no one can go against her. The only reason why I was able to get my little sister legally, was because she let me do so. I'm sure she was happy to get another needle out of her skin.

I was taken aback when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Orion?” I was shocked when I saw a familiar face. No wonder the voice I heard yesterday was familiar. It's someone I don't expect and I never want to expect to see here. “You're Alice's Orion, right?” I haven't heard that name in years. Why do I have to be reminded of that girl in here of all places? She was one of the reason why I got here in the first place.