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“There is more to it than that Keska.” Father says, “I told you; you need to ask Jessie, I can’t speak for her, nor would I want to for fear of getting something wrong” I say. “You are being very disrespectful right now, Keska, your father would
have every right to punish you for that disrespect alone.” Mom states.
DRAKE: “Yes mom.” she says and sits silently. I am just about at my whit’s end with her. “Why won’t you tell your mother
what you told me?” “Because you both will make me out to be a tattle tale and I’m not, so it’s just best that you get the
story from Jessie, then give me my punishment.” She states like it happens all the time. “Jessie come to my office please.”
“Yes daddy.” There is a knock on my door a couple minutes later. “Come.” “You wanted to see me daddy?” (KESKA: I
open a link to James. “Are you busy?” “Not really, why?” “Just listen, I will keep the link open.” Then I opened one to Mackie, “Just listen.”, and then one to Nana “Just listen.”) “What happened a month ago?” I asked Jessie. “I don’t know
what you’re asking about, lots of stuff happened a month ago.” (JAMES: Shit, I can’t save her this time it’s too late to warn her.) “Think Jessie, it was around the time of the whole bulling issue.” “Nothing but that.” She states. “So, you maybe didn’t reject your sister?” I asked her and watched her face. “Umm maybe, I don’t remember, what’s that got to
do with her ignoring me.” “Do you remember her accepting it.” “OH, yeah that kind of hurt, come to think of it.” “You
put the pieces together Jessie, and then tell me why you think Keska ignored you.”
CARLA:** “YOU WHAT? JESSIE HOW COULD YOU!” “Mimi did it.”** She says. “You are not Amanda! Why would you
accept it, Keska?” “Why wouldn’t I, I’m just supposed to accept the pain of rejection every time Jessie decides to get a
bug up her butt and that she doesn’t want to be my sister anymore and makes a public announcement of it. No thank
you.” “What do mean every time?” “It happens at least 3-4 times a school year mom. I just got tired of it, so I finally
accepted it and moved on, and if she hadn’t come crying to father about “me ignoring her” she used finger quotes
nobody would be the wiser of it, except for James, Nana, Wyatt, Mackie, and her, maybe her two cronies. But all this right
here right now (she uses her hands in a circler motion palms down.) is all on Jessie, not me.”** “You little bitch! I will get
you for this!”** Jessie yells and makes a lung towards Keska before anyone can react to stop her.* Shit now I know what I
felt a month ago, it was Jessie and Keska.*
KESKA: I knew that what I said would provoke Jessie, did I do it on purpose? Not really, it just had to be said, and I knew
she would come at me, and I was ready for her, I jumped behind the chair in order to give myself some space to defend
myself. Aikido is a defensive form not an offensive form. So, when she came at me, I just made her keep going right past me using her own momentum, and she landed on her stomach with her face on the floor. You could tell she was pissed,
and she was going to come at me again. Until Father roared using his Alpha voice. “ENOUGH!” Oh, shit *“sorry
everyone.”* I apologized. I closed the links that I had held open. Even though Father used his alpha tone I stayed on my
guard; I wasn’t going to take any chances with Jessie.
DRAKE: “Sit, both of you!” Jessie moves to sit in the chair in front of my desk. “Keska!” “Sorry Father I would rather stand;
I mean no disrespect in denying your request, but I would rather say on my guard, thank you.” She tells me rather flatly,
bowing her head and bearing her neck to me. “Make her sit daddy.” Jessie whines at me. “Enough! Jessie! Keska you will
sit!” Keska takes the chair closest to the garden side window and pulls it about 6 inches away from Jessie’s chair and
turns it slightly to watch Jessie better, rather than look at me. “Now tell me what happened a month ago Jessie.” “She got
in my business with that omega bitch that was trying to steel my boyfriend, we left them in the locker aisle and went to
lunch, after lunch we were in the girl’s bathroom and Dedi and Marla were asking about the bruise on her face, I told
them what Mimi Sutter said and did. We had a good laugh about it, and Dedi said she didn’t blame Mimi who would want to be related to her anyways, I** might** have said not me, just in the heat of that moment.” I looked over at Keska
to see her reaction to Jessie’s statement, and nothing she sat there with no expression on her face whatsoever. “Keska,
did you hear Jessie say that to her friends?” “Yes.” She deadpans her answer. “So, you thought it was a good idea to
accept Jessie’s rejection without coming to your mother or me?” I reopened a link to both Nana and Mackie at this point,
knowing that I was going to get some form of punishment. “What good would it have done me?” she asked again with
no emotion in her voice and keeping her eyes on Jessie. “Keska stop being rude to your father!” Carla admonished her. I
also had noticed her eyes glaze over, so I knew she linked someone. “Who did you Link?” I asked her. “Nana.” “Why?”
“So, I won’t have to explain why I won’t be at training, because I will have some form of punishment.” She says
KESKA: “How am I being rude?” I asked glancing at mom, then turned back to watch Jessie “I just asked a question, one
that I have asked over and over with the same answer NONE.” “Do you remember Uncle Carson’s Ginseng Ficus? I was 7
years old; it was two weeks after Lissa and Liam turned 5, it wasn’t me that knocked it over, it was James and Jessie, but
because they both said it was me, then I guess it had to be me, right?” “I was made to apologize to him for something I
didn’t do, and the whole time both of them were laughing about it.” “I knew how much that tree meant to Uncle Carson,
he would use to talk to it and tell it that when it got to be a bit bigger it would go out to the garden and be the star of
the garden just like Great Grandma wanted. That was the first time I felt the sting of father’s belt it was also the last time
that I apologized for something I didn’t do.” “Or how about when I was 8 James and Jessie were 10 and your crystal vase,
got broken? I wasn’t even home when it happened, I came in just before you and father walked through the door, but
again because they both said I did it, well then hey I did it. I even have a witness for that day, did you see Delta Cole that
day when you came in? Probably don’t remember, it was so long ago, he had just dropped me off. That was the second
time I felt the sting of father’s belt. Or just last year, after they thought it would be fun to break Mr. Rickman’s window I
spent two months working for him to pay off the cost of that window and spent every night for a week in the cells, and
again I felt the sting of Father’s belt. The list goes on. Each time I thought he’s going to ask me, right? But he never did.
So, I just stopped expecting it and just started asking what my punishment would be and how long it would last.” “James
and Jessie have never felt the sting of Father’s belt, but I have felt it more times than I care to remember.” “So how am I
being
rude?” I asked again.