-SIN'S POV-

It's been one week since her eighteenth birthday- the day I felt most connected to and most cherished by her. I've spent the week being pushed away by Lina, fucking Lina and thinking about Lina.

Today, she must be in a good mood [thank god] as she sits beside me, leaning on my shoulder whilst we watch the 100. She's fiddling with her necklaces, squeezing her mothers protectively and wrapping her hand up in mine, also squeezing the locket on the end.

The episode comes to an end, so she presses pause on the laptop to ensure it doesn't play another one.

"You don't want to watch another one?" I ask, curious and confused, it's only 11am it's hardly like she needs to go to sleep, not that I wouldn't put it past her.

She bites her lip. "We're going out on my bike. I wanna take you somewhere, okay?"

Once we get on the bike, it's obvious where we are going, as this tiny road she turned down only has one destination: The Cemetery.

"What the fuck are we doing here?" I ask, slightly creeped out due to the fact I am extremely scared of graveyards.

Lina blinks at me. "Close your eyes."

"Why?" I question again.

She rolls her eyes. "Just close your fucking eyes, your annoying me now."

Not wanting to annoy her anymore, I naturally close my eyes and let her lead to me to wherever we are going. After around three minutes (i think), she opens her mouth.

"Open your eyes."

I open my eyes and look down at a stone, a gravestone just like all the others, except this one holds a special name.

ISABELLA LUNA ALDANONDO-PARKER JAMES

WIFE. MOTHER. BEST FRIEND.

"Is this your-" I begin to ask, but Lina cuts me off with a simple nod.

"Meet my madre, Sin."

I squat down beside the grave, stroking the letters peacefully. I would've brought flowers if I had known we were coming here.

Lina sits down beside me, her legs crossed, looking vulnerable as ever. She too decides to stroke the letters, but she does it with such elegance and ease you can tell it's part of her normal visiting routine. However, I can't help but notice that every 3-7 seconds she is turning round, as though she was scanning the yard for any threats.

"Hi, mumma. This is Sin. I told you about him, well, some things. I don't wanna flatter him up too much," Lina rolls her eyes, half laughing as she looks at both me and the stone, "but I told you I'd take him here. Didn't I? So here he is. Sin. I wish you could meet him in real life, momma. I reckon you'd hate him as much as I do."

"Your daughter is joking. I'm the one who made her turn less into a bitch. Fuck, am I allowed to swear on a graveyard?" I comment, being my usual idiotic self, trying to hide the fact I am extremely flattered that she would love her madre to meet me.

I stare at the grave, shocked by it's beauty. Graves are not something I would normally expect to be so pretty, but this stone was so beautiful.

Maybe it's something to do with the positivity of a person? Who the fuck knows.

"Lina, do you need me to give you some time alone with her?" I ask, rubbing my hand against her cheek delicately, as if she was made of porcelain.

She shakes her head. "No. Realistically, it's just a stone. I just like to imagine that she can hear me, you know? Like underneath all this, she still loves me and can communicate with me."

Lina sits there, clearly pondering over what she just said. "I hope she can't see me though- I'd be in for the wooden spoon!"

Looking at Lina's despondency and the beautiful yet depressing grave, I feel something tug inside me.

Missy.

I think about Rhiannon. She was originally petrified about being a teen mum- despite the support she had from her parents and peers and her amazing fucking boyfriend.

Based on what I've been told, my mother had none of that.

So maybe she deserves a chance?

Clearly, Lina is broken without her mother. She must've had an amazing bond with this woman and I an also imagine how great her mum was.

Maybe Missy deserves a chance.

"Lina, I think.. I think I want to see Missy later. Is that okay?"

She beams at me. "Of course. I'm glad you decided that, Sin."

Wrapping my arm round her, she snuggles in as we stare at her madre's grave in silence. It may seem like a cold, dark and depressing moment, but never in my life have I have been filled with so much warmth.

*****
The cafe I am waiting for Missy at is small and quiet, yet sits on a street bustling with life. I thought it would be good as it ensures an escape method, whilst also giving us time to talk and hopefully bond in peace (without the pressure of anyone else)

I arrived earlier as I needed to get a coffee in me before her arrival. Without alcohol, caffeine is my new best friend.

"Thank you so much for meeting me. It meant the world that you contacted me." Missy grins as she sits down in the seat opposite me.

I look at her directly. "This changes nothing. As in me contacting you. This conversation," I gesture between us, "that determines our relationship. I'm here to listen to you, but I don't think I could ever forgive you for lying to me for eighteen years. There's no excuse to that."

She nods, with a hesitant smile on her face. "I understand that. I really appreciate that, actually. And I agree with your last sentence- no amount of apologies and no bullshit explanations could make up for that."

I nod, encouraging her to begin her explanation.

"I was in a really bad place. I was so young, I was doing shit in school. Not to mention your father- he was a bit older and the biggest dickhead ever. It seems to run in our family with males. My dad was horrible. You see, we come from a Christian family, Catholic not Protestant. Extremely so, I might add. There would have been no support from any factor. It's where your name come from, actually. My father used to say you were a spawn from the devil-"

"So you named me Sin. How rebellious." I reply, slightly amused.

She laughs. "That's me, the biggest rebel going."

"And what about where you dumped me? What's your explanation for that?"

"Jacqueline Wilson. April ended up with a relatively good life in Dustin Baby. People helped her." Missy responds, looking slightly guilty.

I try to ease the air. "Well, at least I have an interesting backstory."

"I did one thing right then." She jokes back, smiling away at me.

Looking at this woman, I search for a shift in how I see her. But honestly, it's not necessary for one. I have seen Missy as my mother figure for eighteen years- all that's changed is the blood that validates it.

I can actually see me in her. It's quite obvious when you're in the know, but if you didn't know we were related I don't think you could spot it. It's little things- scars, birth marks, eyelashes etc. Our personalities have always meshed well too.

"I want to be your mother, Sin. I know I am by blood but I want you to see me as that maternal figure. I want to judge you on your dating choices, scream at you for getting drunk, celebrate with you when you get a levels and eventually a degree," Missy eyes me up and down, "which you will, by the way. I want to do everything for you."

I blink vigorously as I feel my eyes beginning to pool with water. This woman's offering me heaven on a plate- the dream my childhood self always wanted. She's my birth mother, who wants me and who loves me.

"I want you to be my mother too, Missy. It's going to be hard and strange probably, but yeah. I want it." I grin goofily, putting my hand out to her.

She shakes my hand, laughing. "Can I get a hug from my official son, please?"

"You may." I embrace her in a tight hug, noticing the tears dripping down her face, but deciding not to comment on them.

Missy drives me back to the room. I give her another hug as I get out the car, then walk towards the room with a happy smile on my face.

From the inside, I can hear yelling, so I quickly unlock the door to make sure my little red is okay.

"Lina? Is everything alright?" I push the door behind me, gasping as I see the sight in front of my eyes.

Amber and Lina are in a full on bitch fight in the middle of the room. Obviously, I don't know how this occurred but I know I need to break it up fast.

There is literal clumps of Amber's hair on the ground, her eye is turning a dangerous shade of green and her claws are out. Lina has scratch marks down her arms and on her face, whilst nose drips of blood.

I stand in the middle, someone's fist colliding with my nose.

"Fuck, Sin, I didn't mean to hit you!" Lina cries, pushing me aside and handing me a tissue as my nose begins to bleed.

Fuck, my girl has a strong punch.

"It's okay. But what the fuck is she doing here?" I ask Lina, wrapping my arms around her whilst staring at an extremely pissed-off Amber.

Amber crosses her arms, deciding to answer for Lina.

"I turned up here. Wanted to chat with her."

"But instead she decided to claw my face like some fucking animal." Lina says, her voice laced with spite as she glares at Amber, snuggling into my chest.

Amber heads towards the door. I kiss Lina on the head, then follow Amber out.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you, Amber. It was shit, okay? But you knew when you got involved with me that my head's with her. Everything's with her."

"No Sin! No I fucking didn't! You used me!" Amber yelled, holding her head in her hands as she was ashamed of herself.

I give her a quick hug, holding her at a distance with my hands on her shoulders. "You're a nice girl, Amber. Don't let me being a dick fuck that up."

She stares in my eyes, then plants a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Call me when she leaves you again." She whispers, before disappearing down the hall.

Sorry, but what the fuck was that?

I walk back into the room, confused as fuck. My nose is still bleeding, as is Lina's. She's sitting on our bed, lighting a joint.

"Do you want one?" She offers out a zoot to me.

I shake my head. "Can I just have a few puffs of yours?"

"If you have to." She responds wittingly.

Neither of us clean up our faces until we've finished that joint and another one consecutively. Obviously it doesn't affect Lina as she smokes so often, however it does affect me and I cannot stop fucking laughing.

Lina sits on top of me, straddling me with her legs as I hold her grinding hips. Somehow, our noses are still bleeding, her's from Ambers scratch and mine from her accidental punch.

Lina holds the joint in her mouth, taking three long puffs before kissing me, leading to me releasing the smoke through my nose. She puts it out on the side of the bed, before kissing me again.

I pull up her top, being extremely happy thats her neglects the use of a bra as her nipples stare at me.

I run my hands along her back, pushing her down into me so she's laying on top of me, her legs still straddled.

My lips find her nipples and I lick them delicately, sucking until they are hard and swollen. She lets out a soft moan as I move my kisses down her neck, before flipping her over and kissing down her stomach.

"You should know I belong on top now, Pequeña roja." I whisper, knowing me calling her little red in Spanish will get her going.

Okay, so I have been taking Spanish lessons. Why the fuck not?

I hitch her skirt round her waist, pulling her small black thongs down her legs and on the floor.

"Obstacles." I tut, as Lina rolls her eyes looking down at me.

I spit down onto her already wet entrance, moving my tongue to flick her clitoris as my fingers thrust in and out of her.

"You taste so good." I tell her as I move back up to kiss her.

She kisses me back, wrapping her legs round my waist as she leans into me, desperate for me.

As much as I want her to entertain me, both of us need each other and we need each other now. I pull down my jeans in a quick motion, my boxers in an even faster one.

"Are you sure you want this?" I ask, pinning my arms either side of her.

She nods. "Fuck yeah."

I smirk as I begin to thrust into her, starting slow but quickening the pace with every thrust.

"Sin." She moans my name and I groan in delight, kissing her as I pound faster.

Laying beside her, I let out a breath of exhaustion. She pulls the duvet over us both, resting her head onto my chest.

I wrap an arm round her shoulder, pulling her into me.

"I could do that all day." I whisper, kissing her on the head .

Lina shakes her head. "Just because I like you doesn't mean you can be all cringey and gross with me. I'm still the same person."

"No you're not," I respond very quickly, "you're different. In a good way." I add, realising that may sound bad.

She shakes her head. "Please stop talking."

"And what would you wanna do instead?" I tease, causing her to make a gagging noise.

"I don't know what's bigger, your ego or your dick."

Her eyes widen. "Fuck, did I say that out loud?"

"Yes. And definitely my dick." I kiss her again, laughing and extremely happy to be where I am.

She rolls her eyes, pushing me away from her. "I have places to be. I'm meeting Anna, then there's party tonight. Remember?"

"Oh shit. I forgot about that. Who's holding that party? God, I love the easter holidays. I'm dreading going back to school after it. At least your in some of my lessons."

Her eyes flash, looking extremely guilty as she bites her lip- this reaction at the talk of after the waster holidays.

I brush it off, presuming she's just nervous to be back.

"Are you going to be okay at the party? Like, is being around alcohol bad for you?"

"Awe, you care, how sweet." I reply, much to her annoyance.

"Just about."

I grin, sitting up. "Well you better get ready then. Anna doesn't like waiting."

"Bye, Sin." She gives me a hug and skips over to the wardrobe, choosing an outfit.

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hey babies!
we aren't far from the end of this book and i just wanted to say thank you. thank you for sticking by me through the lows and the highs, and thank you for supporting my book♥️.

however, it is NOT the end for Catalina and Sin. there will be a sequel, which I am in the middle of planning, and YOU WILL LOVE IT.

the sequel will be steamier (more detailed and exciting sex scenes) as the group will be a bit older. the sequel will be happier, sadder and it will make you feel every type of way.

anyways, enough with my rambling. you need to read the next chapter ;)

until next time,

a <3