“I picked up that habit from Brianne. I know it’s a weird one and can be super annoying, but I’ve done it for so long, I can’t stop.”
“You can stop, just try harder,” my mother snapped. “You can’t blame Brianne for everything.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but I knew it wouldn’t work. When she was right, she was right and nothing I said ever mattered. I headed toward the sink to do the dinner dishes to keep her off my back for the rest of the night.
I was about to turn eighteen and once that happened, I planned to move out as quickly as I could. I had worked with my school counselor and would graduate from high school in December and hopefully would start college in the spring, but more likely in the summer. I was hoping to get as many scholarships as possible so my working wages could go to living expenses. I just needed to find out how to get custody of my two siblings. I knew they would never survive with my mother.
I had barely survived her regimented eating, workout and sleep schedule and I knew Thomas and Diana didn’t have the same toughness I did. The twins were people pleasers and I knew they would comply with my mother’s every wish. I just wasn’t expecting them to choose her schedules over their own safety. Maybe if I told them about the sister they would never meet, they would understand.