A Disqualified Family
I always knew my family hated me. But when I
lost my baby sister at twelve, they banished
me to a foreign country.
After four years of scraping by in the slums, I
was finally dying.
I called my brother, begging for money to buy
painkillers, only to find out I had been
blocked.
Reborn on the day my sister disappeared, I
don’t hesitate to run away from this twisted
family.
Except this time, the people who never saw
me before have lost their minds.
- 1.
it happened again. I’m back, reliving the day
Lily vanished.
Last time, she told me she needed to pee and
to wait for her.
I waited. And waited. Hours went by, and I
was crying my eyes out, frantically searching.
I didn’t know she was right there, watching
me panic and laughing her little head off.
When Mom and Dad found out I lost her,
Mom didn’t hesitate. She slapped me so hard,
my ears rang. Her eyes were full of hate.
“You can’t even watch your own sister? What
good are you? You’re just extra baggage!”
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I was stunned, but Mom’s words cut deep.
“Extra baggage” really hit home.
The Jones family has three kids. My older
brother, Carter, is responsible and the heir to
the family fortune. Lily is a spoiled brat and
the apple of Mom and Dad’s eye.
And then there’s me, Rain Jones, the invisible
girl.
Mom and Dad hated that I was quiet and
didn’t fawn over them like Lily. They hated
that I wasn’t as pretty.
My grades sucked too, not like my genius
brother. I was worthless.
Carter used to throw me in the basement as
punishment every time I messed up.
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Claustrophobic, I would beat on the door, my
nails ripping.
The door had layers of blood and scratches,
souvenirs from Rain Jones‘ five to twelve
years old.
Carter said I was just being dramatic about
the dark. He claimed I’d get used to it.
I passed out in the basement that day. Later,
Lily walked in like nothing had happened.
She burst into tears and ran to Mom and Dad,
claiming, “Rain said she’d buy me cotton
candy, and then she disappeared!”
“I was so scared! I thought I’d never see you
again!”
Mom held her precious, long–lost darling,
sobbing. When she heard what Lily said, her
eyes turned to me with pure hatred.
“Why did I even give birth to that evil little
bitch? I should have strangled her at birth!”
They dragged me out of the basement, and
all I saw were the cold, emotionless faces of
my family.
Lily, just ten years old, gave me a smug little
smile before dropping the bomb that would
ruin my life.
“Mommy, Daddy, I don’t want to see Rain
anymore. I’m scared she’ll abandon me
again.”
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And just like that, Mom and Dad exiled me
overseas. They wanted me to never find my
way back home.
They said I owed it to Lily, that I needed to
feel the same fear and helplessness she felt.
Their only mercy was sending a nanny with
me, along with some money.
But they didn’t know that the nanny would
abuse me the entire time.
As soon as we landed in America, she stole
all the money and ran, leaving me alone in the
slums.
I spent four years in hell, calling them over
and over, but they always hung up.
Eventually, at sixteen, ravaged by hardship, I
was dying of terminal cancer.
I had no money for treatment, no money for
pain meds.
The pain was excruciating. I spent my days
coughing up blood, chunks of my insides.
I called my brother, begging for money for
painkillers.
I wasn’t even asking to come home anymore. I
just wanted some relief.
But I was already blocked.
I died in a foreign land on a snowy night,
consumed by pain and resentment.
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This time, I won’t crave their love.
I will run. I won’t let Lily Jones ruin my life.
