My Sister Disappeared For YEARS Now Were Rich

Growing up, we didn't have much money. Sure, we had enough to survive, but we were by no means well off. Some nights all we had to eat was some packet Mac and Cheese, and other times all we had was stale bread with a bit of peanut butter spread on top. We lived in a tiny house, with tiny rooms, and a tiny TV. All four of us lived in that small space. My parents, and my sister and I.

And we didn't exactly all get along. My sister, Jessica, was four years older than me, so we found it hard to bond. She was pretty rude to our parents as well, and she would always yell at them, breaking things with her huge temper. One time she grabbed this pretty vase my mom had just bought - it had such pretty floral designs with pinks and blues. And then she threw it across the room in a rage, smashing it into dozens of pieces. She threw it because she was annoyed at our mom for not letting her go to a party that night.

Me? I was pretty quiet most of the time. I kept to myself, and I always tried to stay out of Jessica's way. We had to share a bedroom between us, and of course she got the whole bed to herself. She forced me to sleep on the floor, on the tiniest bit of blanket. I would complain to my parents, telling them how unfair it was, but they couldn't do anything. I think they were scared of Jessica. She was bigger than them, even as a teen, and she could hurt them if she wanted to. Jessica was basically the boss of the house.

There was another time when I accidentally spilt soda on Jessica. I was in the kitchen, with the drink in hand, when Jessica burst in and barreled straight into me. The cup of soda went flying, and landed right on top of Jessica. I was petrified. When I looked into her eyes, I saw pure fury. I swear I saw a glint of red pass through her eyes. She chased me around, both of us screaming, me with terror, her with rage, until she grabbed me and slapped me in the face. I started crying, and my parents came in, asking what happened. Jessica eyed me from the corner of her eye, with a clear message: you tell them what happened, and you're dead.

I shook my head at my parents, saying I tripped and fell. They believed me, but Jessica still gave me a dangerous look afterwards. My sister was horrid. I really think those were some of the worst years of my life. Every day was a nightmare, trying to survive around Jessica's hot temper. My parents were kind, but they were weak around Jessica, and she got whatever she wanted. Well, at least whatever we could afford.

But then something changed. Gradually at first, before everything in my life literally flipped on its head. We started getting better groceries. My mom would come home, sometimes even smiling, and her bags would be full of fresh vegetables, and meat and fish, and healthy snacks. She even bought herself and dad a bottle of this really classy wine. I was so confused - neither of my parents had gotten a new job. How could they afford all of this expensive stuff? But I didn't think much of it - I was just glad for the better, tastier food.

A few weeks after that, my parents bought a new car. It was this sleek, red Honda, with six seats, and TV screens inside - I couldn't believe it. This must have cost a huge fortune! Where was all this money coming from? One time I asked my mom about it, but she just laughed it off, saying we had the money, so I didn't need to worry about it. But I was still confused.

Jessica loved the change in lifestyle. She loved the money we seemed to suddenly have out of thin air. My parents would buy her new clothes, jewelry, and make-up. I got some new toys and clothes, and I even got a gaming console. It was incredible! I stopped asking my mom about the money. If she said we were fine, then we were fine.

But then one morning I woke up, and at the breakfast table, one seat was missing. Jessica hadn't gotten out of bed. My parents started eating without even saying a word. Had they not noticed Jessica wasn't up yet? It would be rude to start eating. But then they ate anyway, and, being terrified of Jessica as I was, I didn't say anything either.

Then it came round to noon, and still Jessica wasn't up. I had stayed away from our bedroom, as sometimes Jessica could get moody if I woke her up. It was the weekend, so it was completely understandable that she would sleep in. But when the hours fell away and my parents started cooking dinner, I was starting to get concerned.

"Where's Jessica?" I asked my parents.

They looked at each other, giving an odd look, then my mom spoke. "Don't worry about her. She's fine."

"Is she sick?" I asked, worried.

My dad shook his head, chuckling. "No, she's not sick."

I looked at them both in perplexity. "What happened?"

"Don't worry." Mom hushed. "Just eat your dinner."

I was used to obeying and staying quiet, so I did just that. I ate my dinner - steak with fries - and went to bed. As I slowly opened my door, I was

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