She duped us the whole time. She was never raped or any of what she said. She had self-inflicted injuries to cover her tracks to cover for a drug-deal gone bad. She'd been doing drugs pretty hardcore too. Anyway, when we finally got fed up with her behavior and her car and cell phone were taken away, she deciedes to run away, three days before Thanksgiving mind you... The day before, she comes back with my Aunt and Uncle, trying to get them to mediate a discussion. She literally demands her car and cell phone back, but she's denied. A long police report had to be filed etc. I also think at one point she tried to kill my mom as I caught her fucking with her medicine in one of my insomnia fits.
Two weeks before Christmas, she fucking runs away again. This time, she goes to her biological father's and stays. All's well and good until she files a claim of abuse towards my Mom, Dean (adopted father) and I. I don't even want to post any details of what she claimed, but it was pretty wrong and really severe. Fortunately it was obviosly bogus and we won. We ended up letting her biological father have her as she's way too much stress on my Mom (who's still recovering from cancer mind you). After alot of paper work with a social worker and a few days later things started to feel a bit better. She still wasn't out of our hair yet as she kept harassing my kid sister in school for awhile and demanding her shit. We eventually got around to boxing it up, which took awhile working around fucking Christmas, but it was a good way for my mom and I to vent.
She dropped out of school the next week, and rumors started flying around that her loser boyfriend had knocked her up. Funny enough, she blames my kid sister for speading the "rumor" which turns out to be true and leaves a hilarious voice mail. "Kelsey you fucking bitch, stop making everyone one in school think that I'm a fucking whore because I'm pregnant." Well, Kelsey wasn't the one saying it, it was really her former friend. Funny how her dream went from being a fucking school teacher to now "living in a trailer home with Joey in New York". Big fucking dreams. Anyway, I doubt that douche will even still be around nine months from now.
So now everything is cool, I guess. She was always my half-sister and nothing more. I hope my mom doesn't feel sorry for this baby, because I want Caitlin and her father gone from our lives for fucking good. He's caused enough greif in my lifetime and I'm in a bad enough mood as it is after losing the rest of the vision in my bad eye. That's why 2004 was a fucking bad year.