TALES UNTOLD

CHAPTER 08: "RESPONSIBILITY "

SUNNY ROWEN (PRESENT)

"Tell me I'm your sister. " I look up at tris and his defeated face and I know what he's going to say next is gonna establish what we ever had or the bond we shared.

"Your my sister sunny but you are not my responsibility anymore. "

there. He had said it all before I walked away and atleast I have an excuse for walking away but he doesn't he doesn't even care enough to make up an excuse.

I walk to the mail box expecting another letter I had sent to dad which I hadn't but were somehow being returned.

I open the box but I see no letter its strange

I see something shimmer in the light as I pull it out its my mothers ring. Now I know she's back and has been stealing my fathers letters .

I walk up to the front porch and I see mom's dirty blonde hair gathered in a messy hairstyle. Its who I got my blonde hair from , tris however inherited brown hair from our father but a mention of this infront of our mother is like burning down her whole company.

I drop my bad and hang my coat I see mom staring at me and I aim for the stairs before mom speaks but I fail.

"Sit down ." And I quietly oblige by doing so and not once do I look at her . I need to ask about the letters . I need to know about those letters they're the closest connection I have to my father.

"Where are my letters,?" I ask my voice coming out unsteady.

"You've been writing to your father without my permission or consent therefore I had to put an end to it." she says not showing one bit of emotion in any sort.

"What" my voice comes out angrily more then necessary.

"You have no business in interfering with the very bit of connection I had with my father." This time I scream. She looks like she's about to laugh. how could she sit here and not care about her own daughter's feelings.

"you can't have a connection with your father sunny." I hear her speak

"Why not?" I still yell

"Because he's dead."

what? no my father can't be dead . How does she know why am I just finding out?

And suddenly tears fill my eyes and I can't swallow. My mother Is a woman of her words and I look up at her but she offers me no condolences and its expected I'm sure she's always wanted him dead but that wasn't the same story for me.