20 My sister
Damon's P.O.V.
FLASHBACK
"Wait. I will give you the chance after throwing her out. I don't think she's needed here." I seethed at the girl in front of me and approached her angrily.
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I remember some tears slipped from her beautiful grey eyes at my harsh words. I had gripped her arm so tightly then.
How I planned to be so gentle with my sister and treat her like a rose petal but here I, myself crushed the petal so harshly, mercilessly...
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"She is an imposter! She is trying to take our sister's place! I will throw her out!" I shouted rage fully.
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I am such an idiot! How could I say that?? She isn't an imposter. She is my sister.
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"SHE IS NOT MY BABY SISTER! SHE CAN NEVER BE!"
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Damn you, Damon! She is my sister. Our baby sister!
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"G.. g.. good morning, Damon." She greeted hesitantly.
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How cutely she had called me by my name! But there was fear...
I was standing in front of the mirror in my room looking at my reflection with so much self loathe. I remember every little interaction with her, clearly. I looked at my own reflection with disgust when I remembered my words from that morning when I had cut her by my words.
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"Now, listen to me. And listen very carefully. I am not related to you anyway, so don't you dare to call me by my name. I don't give a shit about you and about what you call those two. I also don't give a damn about what you think about me. Because guess what? I could care less. You are not my sister, never will be. So let's just get this bullshit over with and stay away from me. You got that?" I glared at her intimidatingly.
Her eyes were brimming.
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I punched the mirror, breaking it into pieces. How could I do that.. How!?!
I told her all that with so much bitterness, that I, myself cringed at the memory. So how she must have felt!
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"Yes, sir." She mumbled.
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I forced her to call me that! When she could have called me by my name rightfully.
Sir!
I hate that word now! How badly I wanted my sister to look at me with love, admiration.. but I ruined it all. Here she looked at me with terror when we first met and then after my last stunt she looked at me with hatred..
Blood was oozing out of the hand that I punched on the mirror. But I don't care a bit. I deserve it, in fact I deserve worse than this for hurting that innocent soul.
I still remember when I first saw her in the living room. I don't know why I felt it that instant that she is my sister. And then even Dylan introduced her as our sister. He called her with the name I gave her, 'Grace' . I was on cloud nine, forgetting all the tension regarding our parents and family business that we were going through that time. I now understand why Dominic suddenly left the important meeting we were having leaving everything on my shoulder.
But.. but.. then she said she was adopted. And at that moment I lost my shit.. like an idiot I lost it. I was fully consumed by rage.
I was the only one who saw her when she was born. All the others were busy hiding the fact from the enemies that she was born or were protecting her from the enemies our family raised. Our enemies were lurking around like some hungry hyaenas for her. She was, is and always will be our one and only weakness. The great Winchester's only weakness.
I had some baseless, egoistic reasons for this behaviour. I was so proud to be the lucky one to name her. Soon that proud turned into an ego and cockiness. I was so sure that only I loved her the most and I will be the one to find her after she was kidnapped and protect her. That kind of weird feeling settled inside me that only I would be able to recognize her and embrace her with my everything. But at the end I hurt her the most..
Our whole family wanted a girl so badly. It was like our family was cursed and couldn't have a daughter. We got desperate for a baby girl. We wanted to treasure her, raise her like a princess. We all planned to call her princess. Our princess. After she was stolen, we all knew she was alive. So, even after wanting a baby girl so badly we never thought about adopting one. Apart from that we were deceived quite a lot of time.
So, when I heard she was adopted, I didn't care about the similar eyes and hair, I didn't care about the voices in my heart shouting at me that she is my sister. My cockiness, my ego, my rage, everything made me see black, only black. I was blinded by rage.
I forced myself to believe that she wasn't my sister. Still the longings, the cravings I felt to pamper her were making me weak. I often found myself looking at her and getting jealous of Dylan at how close he got to her. I even went to her room several times to look at her and ended up tricking myself into believing that she wasn't my sister. I saw her having a nightmare before Dylan noticed. But I didn't comfort her, not even for the sake of humanity. I didn't want to get attached to her. So I did the only thing I thought was best. I pushed her away, I cut her with words, so deeply.
But I must say, she has great patience. I mean any ordinary girl in her place would have burst long ago.
A true Winchester!
I smiled unconsciously, with pride.
But I hope I didn't push her till the end of her patience level. I hope!
"Can you stop smiling at yourself. It's creepy." Dylan stated as he made his way into my room.
"Did she wake up?!" I asked him immediately.
The moment she heard that she was the lost princess of the Winchesters, she fainted due to stress. Dominic quickly picked her up and laid her into her bed. I was way too ashamed to even step into her room.
"No. I checked on her 1 hour ago. She was sleeping back then. Dominic asked us not to disturb her and let her sleep. But of course the old man and his sons.. I mean grandpa and the uncles didn't agree to it. They were glued to her room, not wanting to leave her even for a second. Then Dominic had to pull the guardian card. As he is her legal guardian and they were forced to leave her alone." He explained.
"It's 8 in the evening. She has been out for hours. Don't you think we should call the doctor?" I asked worriedly.
I love her so much.. I can't bear the thought of her being unconscious.
Am I being hypocritical? Yes, yes I am.
She is feisty, strong, disciplined. She is just perfect. It makes me so proud thinking about what she had done to Robin. My sister, my baby sister!
"Dominic doesn't want to take a risk by calling a doctor at this moment." He said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Why didn't he do the DNA test at first? Why was he wasting so much time finding that woman and all?" I asked him, confused. He didn't share anything with me.
"Well, when we were at the orphanage to get her we asked her about Nancy. The way she talked about her with so much love, affection and respect made our blood boil. That was the time when Dominic decided to break her misconceptions about Nancy and give her a little hints about her past as the whole story would be too much for her to digest at once. Though he planned to tell her the other things but much later." He explained.
Now it all makes sense. Dominic wanted to give her time to settle down with us then planned to reveal it when she will be comfortable enough with us. But I ruined it all. She wasn't comfortable enough with us and we didn't get time to build trust.
It's all my fault.
"I messed up, right?" I asked as I raised my hands in anger to hit something.
"That you did." He said. Then he noticed my bloodied hand. "Hey what happened to your hand?" He asked.
I looked at my hand. Then I remembered something.
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"And what about those scars. Was the pathetic orphan used to be abused before?"
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Shit!
Scars! She had scars on her body! She had been..
My eyes widened with realization. My blood boiled. I started to see red.
"Dylan.. Grace was being abu-.." I started but couldn't complete it as Grey interrupted us rudely.
"Grace is not in her room. She is missing!"
