It was a cold February morning when dad decided to tell me he was going away for the rest of the month. In fact, he wouldn’t be back until the middle of May. He was going away on another business trip out of the country. Dad always goes on business trips, especially for long periods of time. My father, Alexander J. Mallory is a brilliant, rich, yet inconvenient man. He is tall and handsome, but very stoic. He always seems to hide things, especially about our family. Dad never really gave me a hug or kiss before, just lots of money. He always gives Cain, my brother, and I cash before he leaves, at least 2000$ a piece, to take care of ourselves. One time I didn’t see him for over three months during his business trip in the winter. But, he did bring me back a gorgeous English nightgown from his trip. He also brought me back an antique grandfather clock, which he placed in the middle of the main hallway. I’ve always loved old antique things, such as Victorian dresses and French furniture. Dad raised my and I brother in a Victorian house. It comes with maids to cater to our needs, and a wonderful garden with lots of roses and lilies. I try to love my father, though were not too close, but my brother is another matter...
My brother Cain is a 20-year-old collage drop out. He has a terrible, arrogant personality. He was doing well in school until he turned 20, then he just up and left his great ambitions for the future. Dad put him through the best private schools for middle and high school, preparing him for his life in college and beyond. I guess Cain thought he didn’t have a need to finish school, due to his wealthy life and family position. I guess since Cain is the first-born, dad shelters him and gives into everything he wants. So, when Cain told dad about his academic failure, and how he had nowhere to go, dad just gave him a disappointing look and Cain moved in our house the next day. That’s when the terror started for me. I never liked Cain since I was little. He was always being mean and cold to me, never showing any form of affection. When he has his friends near me, he would act as if he was better than me, as if I was worthless or unworthy of being his sister. Dad always leaves him to “baby-sit” me when he is out of the country, which usually meant I would have to fend for myself.
One time he threw a party in our house a said I wasn’t invited. “Stay up stairs and don’t come down until I tell you to.” I came downstairs anyway and his friends saw me. He spotted me and dragged me upstairs. He told me I was an embarrassment to his family, and then he slapped me, like I was a bad child. Cain never really took care of me in his life, nor ever cared for me. I had to deal with such harsh behavior ever since he moved back in. I never understood why he had such resentment towards me. Maybe its because he blames me for mom’s death...
I never knew my mother, and dad rarely talks about her. She died from childbirth complications when Cain was 5. I have always felt that Cain secretly blames me for her death, that's why he can’t stand to be around me. But I don’t think its fare the way he treats me; I would do almost anything to bring mom back, if only just to meet her. I would love to see what she was like, her personality, her joys and her pains in life. I also think dad would be much different if she were alive. It has been almost 16 years since her death, the same week as my birthday. I will turn 16 in June, which I really don’t look forwards too. I just hope that dad comes home a little earlier than expected and saves me from my miserable life spent with my miserable brother...
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