Someone Like You -Eighteen-

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It was Christmas Eve, and my mom, out of nowhere, decided that we should celebrate Christmas this year. My mom is in the kitchen making dinner, which I find strange because she usually orders out. I was sitting on the couch flipping through channels, waiting for Sam to come. I told him that I wanted to give him his Christmas present. Ryan was with his brother and sister, but he told me that he was coming by later. I heard Sam honking outside. I quickly put on my coat, and grabbed Sam's present.
I walked out into the freezing weather. I greeted Sam with a hug, "Hey."
"Hey yourself," he replied smiling at me.
I sighed, and sat on the porch. "This is for you," I said handing him the present I bought him.
"Thanks, I got you something to, but I'll give it to you tomorrow," he said taking a seat next to me.
I rested my head on his shoulder, "I want to leave."
He put his arm around me, and pulled me closer to him, "What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I just want to leave, and never come back. Forget everything and everyone, and start fresh," I said. "I'm tired of dealing with my mom. I'm sick of feeling worthless," I replied as I felt tears steaming down my face.
"You're not worthless; you are smart, funny, and really pretty," he said. "I think everyone feels like that at one point of their life. Besides, if you leave I will miss you," he replied with a sad smile.
I smiled warmly, "You always make me feel better." My finger traced the lines on his palms.
"That’s what friends are for." There were a few moments of silence. "If you could have one thing for Christmas what would it be?" Sam asked, completely changing the subject.
"I want a real family; mother who cares and a father that will always be there no matter what," I retorted. I was in a really depressing mood lately. I have no idea why. Stupid family holidays!
"Hmm, I don't think you can buy that at the mall," He said.
I sighed, "Guess not." I was staring intently at Sam. I wonder if he likes me, he's always giving me mixed signals. First he hints that he might like me as more than just friends, but then he changes and hints that we are just friends. Ugh, guys are so complicated.
"Stop staring at me," Sam whined.
"But you are so adorable," I pinched his cheek. "You're as cute as a button."
He rubbed his cheek, once I let go. "A button," he started laughing.
I started laughing with him. "Sorry, I just always wanted to say that," I said. "Now that I said it, I realized how lame it is."
"Yeah, it’s really lame."

After Sam left, I went back inside. My mom called me into the kitchen; she said that she needed to talk to me. Guess what she told me? She said that my dad called a couple days ago saying that he wanted to see me. I told my mom that I thought he was in a rehab center. Which I know is total bull crap, I was young but I still found out the real reason he left. Then she told me that he was released early this year, and that he's coming over later.
"What," I screamed. "You’re letting him come back here after what he did to us?"
"So, he drank and used drugs a little. He's changed now," she said, using her calming voice. "Besides it’s not like we getting back together. I'm happy with Ryan."
I half winced when she mentioned Ryan's name, "Oh I know that you aren't getting back together with him. What would his other family think?"
She gasped, "How do you know about that?" She stared at me waiting for my response.
"Mom, I'm not stupid. I heard you guys arguing all the time," I told her. "He chose them, why should he come back after nearly five years, and want to be my dad again."
"Sweetie, he still loves you. He also wants you to meet your siblings."
"What? There is no way in hell I'm meeting them."
"Jane, you have to. He is expecting you to be here."
"Yeah well I expected him to be here as my dad," I yelled grabbing my coat again, and heading for the door.
"Jane, please, don't go," She called as she followed me to the door.
I ignored her, and opened the front door.

I was walking toward where Mark's house was, but no way was I going to see him. I just need to clear my mind. This whole dad thing is just too much to handle right now. I still can't believe that my dad is coming. I love him so much, but I also hate him to for leaving me. He knew how mom was, and he left me here with her. I hate the fact that I have no where to go, and everything is closed on Christmas Eve. It’s too cold to be just hanging around outside. I had to go home, weather I liked it or not. I started walking back to the house. I saw Ryan's car on the drive way. I felt a smile formed on my lips.
He was sitting in his car. He saw me and got out of his car, "Hey."
"Hi," I said in a low voice. A light breeze made me shiver.
"We should go inside. Your mom is waiting," he walked closer to me. He moved a lock of hair from my face, and tucked it behind my ear, "You're so beautiful."
He lifted my chin, so I could look at him. He then leaned down and kissed me.
We were interrupted by a car parking behind Ryan's car. We quickly separated. Ryan asked, "Do you think they saw us?"
I looked down, I was too scared to look, scared by who I would see. "I don't know."
"Who are they?" Ryan asked, casually glancing at the car.
"It’s my dad," I answered. I didn't want to look at the car, and I didn't want to see him at all.
"What?" he asked confused. "I thought you told me he left both of you."
"Yeah but..." I said; I could hear the car door opening. "I'll explain later." I pulled on his sleeve and we both went inside.

My mom introduced herself to my 'new' brother and sister. We were all standing awkwardly in the living room. Ryan was in between my mom and me. I looked at my 'brother', god I still can't believe I have to acknowledge them. It’s nice to have a brother and a sister, but not a brother and sister that your dad has been hiding from you your whole life. It would have been nice to have met them when I was younger; when I really needed a brother and a sister.
"Hi, I'm David," He smiled a totally fake smile. He had light brown hair like me, but had green eyes, maybe from his mom's side. He was really tall like my dad. I knew I had a brother out there somewhere, but I never wanted to meet him. All I know is that he is a year older than me. He was son of my dad's first wife. My mom met my dad when she was fifteen and my dad was twenty-five. He was married and already had a son. My mom didn't know that. He divorced his wife and got together with my mom, once he found out she was pregnant. Then I guess he got tired of us or something and went running back to his other family.
I tried my hardest not to glare at him. I nodded and looked away.
"Jane!" my mom snapped. "That’s not very nice."
My dad cleared his throat. "This is Jenny," he said, pointing to my 'sister'.
She smiled, but didn't say anything. At least her smile looked real. She looked like she was at least fourteen or maybe even thirteen.
I looked at David again. He was eying me up and down. He stopped where my breast are. Our eyes met and he smirked. What a pervert, not the kind of brother I expected.
Ryan must have notice, but he quickly stepped in front of me to cover me. "Hello, I'm Ryan," he extended his hand for my dad.
"I'm Roger, and you are?" dad said, shaking his hand.
"He's my boyfriend," my mom said. Hearing my mom say that gave me a sick feeling in my stomach; he was her boyfriend, not mine. There was an awkward silence for a bit, Ryan was still standing in front of me. "Dinner is ready," my mom said, breaking the silence.

Ryan sat in between my mom and me. David sat in front of me, and wouldn't stop staring at me, which was giving me the creeps. Jenny seemed nice, partly because she smiled more than she talked. My mom and dad talked out things and I was expected to talk to David and Jenny. All during dinner Ryan was holding my hand underneath the table.
"So..." David said. "What year are you in?"
"Ten," I simply replied. I was moving my food around with my fork. I hadn't eaten it at all. I didn't feel like eating.
He looked like he was thinking, "So that makes you fifteen?"
"I'm sixteen."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.
I wanted to say does it matter, but I knew my mom would get mad. I don't really have a boyfriend, Ryan doesn't count right? "No, I don't."
He smiled and then he leered at me, "That’s cool."

My mom insisted on taking them to my room, so they can get to 'know' me. I don't want them to get to know them. I just want everything to be the way it used to be; me pretending not to know about them and never meeting them. Jenny asked to go to the bathroom, I told her to go down the hall last door on the left. Right then I realized that I was alone in my room with him.