Amelia Jackson.
"What do you want?" I asked James as I allowed him to enter my room.
He smiled and moved away from the door as I stood beside it and looked at him.
"How are you doing? Did you go to see Natalie at the police station?" He asked me.
"No. Why should I?" I inquired, just as I wrapped my hands around my chest and looked at him.
"Amelia, I know that you and Natalie have been having issues, but she's your sister and..."
I cut James off, not caring that he's my oldest brother. "Don't give me that crap, James! Natalie isn't my sister. The daughter of a p********e, no way! If she wasn't born or a part of this family in any way, I should have been Frank's wife. I hate that b***h, and don't you dare speak to me about Amelia."
James slapped me on my left cheek, taking me by surpr
