FamilyA Story by Joey KMy sister never did get the love from our family she deserved. Neither did I, but I feel much worse for her. She actually tried to do something with her life. She worked hard for so long and never got anything for it. I hope she can just stick with it. Most days she'll be in her room crying and sobbing. I hear her in there now. I can't bear to here that sound. I care for her. For so long we only had each other. We've both made our mistakes, had our fights, but in the end. There wasn't anyone else there for us but each other. I softly knock on her door. It's after school. Just us in the house. She doesn't respond so I open the door myself. I see her on the floor against the wall, crying and sobbing into her knees. She knows I'm here and doesn't bother to lift her head to see me. Simply hides her somber eyes and tears. I don't know what's wrong, but I'm sure to find out. She's tough. The only thing that would make her cry this much is almost foreign to me. I sit at her side, wrapping my arm around her. "Lila? What's wrong?" She struggles to slip the words from her lips and chokes up multiple times, stuttering and struggling to speak through the desperate crying. "Henry!" she yells angrily. It's good for her to let it out. She rolls her head onto my shoulder, letting the tears fall onto me. "Henry broke up with me." Henry never was a great guy. I've met him several times and all of them he presented himself as a selfish, rude, and mean. To me it's a good thing, to her it's devastating, and to him it's a relief. It does hurt me in a way to know that she felt so strong toward a man who didn't even love her. I guess that's what happens to you are desperate for love and it's even worse when that love is ripped away from you. © 2016 Joey KReviews
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