The Sky Waited for Answers by Orin Flux 2
Chapter 2
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First, it was the living room
The set of vases Mom loved got shoved into the storage closet.
“Too old fashioned.”
Dad didn’t say a word,
Then it was Mom’s photo.
The frame got moved from the living room into my bedroom.
“Renee, honey, you keep your mom’s picture in here. Having it in the living room… it’s just too hard on your dad.”
Dad still didn’t say anything
Then came the house.
One night at dinner, Melinda set down a bowl of soup, smiling like she’d just thought of something brilliant.
“Honey, I wanted to run something by you.”
“What’s that?”
“That place Renee’s mom left her–the apartment, I mean. I was thinking…”
I put my fork down and stared at her.
She kept going:
“It’s just sitting there empty, Bryson’s twenty–five now. He should be thinking about settling down, starting a life. So I thought maybe…”
“That house is mine. My mom left it to me.” I cut her off.
Her smile froze for half a second, then snapped back into place.
“Sweetie, I’m not trying to take anything from you. Just let Bryson stay there for now. When you get married, it’ll still be yours, right?”
“No.”
“Why are you making this so difficult?” Her voice lifted slightly.
“Your mom would want that place being used, wouldn’t she? Bryson can look after it for you.”
Dad cleared his throat. “Renee, Melinda’s got a point-”
“Dad. That’s Mom’s.”
Dad went quiet. After a long pause, he said, “Let’s just eat.”
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The subject got dropped.
A month later. Bryson showed up.
He stood in front of me, a whole head taller, eyes stiding down like he was sizing the up
“Hey, sis. Letting me use your place for a bit isn’t a big deal, right?”
“It is.”
He smirked. “You’re just a student. What do you need a house for? You don’t even live there?
“Doesn’t matter. It’s mine.”
The smirk faded.
That night, Melinda cried.
She sat in the living room sobbing, saying I didn’t see her as a mother, that marrying into this family had been a normu, nowhere to go and it was breaking her heart.
Dad stood there looking completely lost.
He looked at me, expression all tangled up.
“Renee, can’t you just give a little?”
“No. That house is all I have left of Mom.”
Dad’s face twitched. He didn’t say anything after that.
The next morning, Melinda made breakfast with red, swollen eyes.
When she saw me, she didn’t speak–just sighed.
Dad kept glancing between us the whole meal, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.
This went on for two weeks.
Then one day, Dad called me into his office.
“Renee, I need to talk to you about something.”
“That house. Let’s transfer it into Bryson’s name for now. Just on paper. When you get married, we’ll transfer it back
“Dad!”
“Let me finish.” He cut me off.
“Melinda hasn’t been sleeping. Her blood pressure’s through the roof. If Bryson can’t get his life together, it’s gonna kill her
“And that’s my problem how?”
“Renee!” His voice shot up. “She’s your stepmother!”
I stared at him. “My mother’s dead.”
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He fraze.
After a long silence, he said, “You’re signing whether you like it or not. I’m your father. I have the right to handle this.”
“Grandpa bought that house for Mom. It’s in my name.”
“It got put in your name when you were still a minor. Your mom didn’t think it through. Now you listen to me.”
With that, he walked out.
Three days later, Bryson showed up at my door with paperwork.
“Sign it.”
“No.”
He smiled and shoved the papers at me:
“Dad already agreed. You really think you can do anything about it?”
I just tore the papers in half.
His face changed. He raised his hand like he was about to hit me.
Dad walked in and grabbed his wrist.
“Bryson. Don’t.”
Bryson pulled back, glaring at me. “Uncle Steve, you see how she’s acting?”
Dad looked at me. His eyes were so cold, I barely recognized him.
“Renee, you’re really disappointing me.”
That night, I tried calling Grandpa.
He was in his seventies, living in New York, health not great.
Before Mom died, she made me promise not to worry him.
The phone rang and rang. No answer.
The next day, Dad dragged me to a notary’s office.
Melinda and Bryson were already there.
The notary asked me, “Are you certain you want to proceed with this transfer?”
I shook my head.
Dad’s hand clamped around my wrist so hard it hurt.
He said quietly, “Renee. Do what you’re told.”
Melinda dabbed at her eyes. “Renee, sweetie, I know this is hard for you. But I’m begging you–just help your brother out this once. We’re family
now.”
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Bryson stood off to the side, expression dark.
The notary asked again.
Dad answered for me. “She agrees.”
The house got transferred.
The two bedroom apartment my mom left me–from that day on, it wasn’t mine anymore.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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