True P.O.V

When I entered the house, it was already a tense environment, it was as if everyone was against everyone else, that's how bad it was, it was always this tense in my head, but I never knew it was this tense in real life, as it was the first time it's ever been as tense as it is right now. I opened the door quietly and it caused a creaking noise as I did, and I instantly knew the house I was walking into wasn't the same environment that I had left it to be.

The main hall looked un-touched as if nobody had entered or exited the house it a good amount of time. It made me wonder what mom had been doing while I was gone, the whole reason I left was because she had exploded on me like that. I still don't understand why she hates me so much. Maybe I'd never know, but who knows I can't predict the future, I'll never be able to.

I closed the door quietly behind me, in case anyone inside the house would hear me, and I took another step before jumping when my phone vibrated in my butt-pocket, reminding me of the slight ache that still remained from the night before. It made me sad to know he didn't even wait for me to wake up before he leaved, and if he had to leave as quickly as he did, a note would have worked. But did he leave a note? No, he didn't.

I ignored my phone and took another step forward and peaked into the living room, seeing mom sitting on the couch, watching a muted television.

"I knew you'd come home," Mom, Jenna, said without looking over her shoulder. It made me stop for a moment as I took in my mothers current look. Last time I checked mom was a blond, and now she has dark black hair. She didn't even look related to me at this point except for the eyes, but when she turned around to look at me, and even that similarity was gone, with the simple power of eye contacts my mother was now a black haired brown eyed woman, showing no resemblance to me at all anymore. "Because where else would a mistake such as yourself have to go?" Mom asked me, looking a little out of it at the moment, and creeping me out slightly. She totally looked out of it, she was creeping me out.

"How am I a mistake to you?" I ask looking at her with disgust. I was so tired of being called the mistake, she's my mother, if anything was the mistake it was her having me, if she didn't want children why have as many as she did? Why did she only dislike me? What did I do? Why not Chris or the twins, not that I'd ever want them to do anything of the things they've done to me, but still? What had I done that makes them hate me?

"You, you put a large dent on my relationship with Jamion when he was alive!" Jenna said looking at me with disgust and hate. "He always thought I had been unfaithful, that I cheated on him." Jenna said looking down. "He was right, I had cheated." She said looking at me. "Once."

I looked at her shocked but didn't say anything, since she still needed to elaborate. I didn't want to assume anything when I could be wrong with the way my thoughts were going.

"He also thought you were the effect of that one-night stand." Jenna said looking at me with a glint in her eye. "Which pisses me off as he was the one who told me to sleep with him." Jenna said with wrath in her voice. Wait, is she admiting that I'm not Jamion's so-!

"I got you tested, you know, when you were six or seven." Jenna said looking at me with disgust. "I don't know how Jamion found out I was questioning your father, but he did," Jenna said looking at me, before looking away and looking at a photo on the wall covered in pictures, there was only one picture of me on the wall. Me and Jamion, when I was like five, before everything got really bad between me and him. "He wasn't the father," Jenna said before looking over at me. "He wasn't your father." I looked at her with wide eyes that held shock and confusion.

Jenna sighed looking down, looking at me with sadness in her eyes. "I thought if I gave him more children that he'd be happy, that he could ignore you," Jenna said looking at a picture of dad maybe two months before he died. "He didn't, he was always so vengeful after that, against you, against me, when it was his fault." Mom said before turning back to me, and all I could do was stare at her in shock.

Before that moment, I had always questioned why he hated me, why she hated me, it all made sense now. I could have torn there relationship apart because of my existance, that's why I don't deeply resemble my siblings, because we only share half of our blood.

I bowed my head, not wanting to look at mom any longer, the large portion of my life had been a lie, I had always felt so betrayed by dad, Jamion, because of the way he abused me, but now it's justified.

I hadn't been his son.

I didn't even want to know who my real father is after this, he wasn't in my life, Jamion was, and even though he wasn't a good role model on me, or treated me very well, he was still there.

I whispered to mom a small sorry, before rushing upstairs and into the small room I'll continue to claim as mine, as I couldn't do anything other claim it.

I didn't check my phone, but a sudden thought hit me.

The reason mom hated me, is the fact that I was a constant reminder of her mistake.

I don't want to burdon her any longer. I pull my tote out from under my bed, where it remained hidden well, and grabbed everything I thought I'd need or wanted to keep with me. I flung it all in a bag, leaving everything else sitting in the place I left it, and where it would remain until someone else moved it or took it.

I closed the door behind me, leaving my room for the last time, before walking down the stairs quietly, seeing mom had moved from the place she had been sitting, and I glanced at the house once more from the inside, thinking, knowing I potentionally wouldn't be stepping foot in it again and I left the house, going to a place I know I wouldn't be rejected or turned down.

Karen's.