Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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"I can't believe the two of you! I thought you would know better than to do this, Savanah" my mother explained, disappointed.
It had been 2 hours since our house been broken into.
Everyone had turned up now.
"I rang you, but you didn't pick up. What else was I supposed to do? I didn't know if that person had any weapons on them, and no one else was home at the time, so I had to make the decision" I exclaimed to my mother.
She was disappointed in Nic and I.
My Father had to stay at work for a few extra hours, so we were currently left alone with our mother.
"I expected so much more from the two of you, especially you Savanah"
My mother was disappointed in us.
It wouldn't be the first time she was disappointed in me though.
But when is she ever proud of me?
Probably never.
"Come on Sav, we need to clean up the blood" Nic said, guiding me up the stairs away from my mother.
I glared at the back of my mother's head as she walked away, not noticing my glare.
I'm not even sure why I still call her my mother.
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"Why did you have to make this much of a mess?" Ben groaned at Nic.
Nic had beat the person up so badly, that they had bled onto the hardwood floors, along with the wall that Nic had obviously pushed the person up against.
And because it was Nic and I's fault, we had to clean it up.
I didn't even cause the damage, so I don't understand why I had to clean it up.
Ben had also offered to help with the cleaning, while Bella looked after the younger one's downstairs, so they didn't see the blood.
I had done the right thing though.
I had done what my parents had told me to do if I was in an incident just like the one that occurred earlier this afternoon.
It was to call anyone I knew that would be around.
"Shit, shit, shit. I have to go. Sav, you're coming with me to my football game" Nic suddenly dropped his sponge in the bucket, then running off towards his bedroom.
"Wait, why?" I called out after him.
"Hailey's orders" and with that, I ran to my room, searching through all the clothes Bella had given me earlier that week.
I searched through all my jeans, finding nothing that would go with any of my shirts, which annoyed the hell out of me.
"Need some help?" I heard someone say from the bedroom door.
