Five Years of Nothing

Justin never called again, and I spent the next few days at home in a rare, quiet peace.

On Christmas Eve, I was at the supermarket picking up groceries when Dad suddenly called.

“Come home for dinner tonight to meet your sister’s boyfriend,” he said.

I rejected his offer. “I’m not coming. I want to stay with Mom.”

“You…” He choked for a second before he replied, “It’s just one meal. You only come back once a year, and you won’t even visit me? You’re getting more unreasonable the older you get.”

I could hear the anger creeping into his voice. It was the holidays, and I didn’t want a fight.

I let out a quiet sigh. “Fine.”

…

The moment I walked through the door, Justin froze. Meanwhile, Dawn, standing beside him, looked at me with a hint of amusement, like she’d been waiting for this.

“You’re here, Trisha.”

She took Justin’s hand and walked toward me.

“Let me introduce you. This is Justin, my boyfriend and your future brother-in-law.”

I looked at him. His Adam’s apple bobbed hard. He looked like he wanted to say something, but not a single word came out. I had expected this scene, but even so, a sharp, uncontrollable pain spread through my chest.

“Oh, right,” Dawn added, “Justin and I are getting married after the holidays. You have to come, Trish.”

I clenched my teeth, afraid that the moment I opened my mouth, everything I was feeling would spill out.

“Hm? What’s with that expression, Trisha? Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

She stepped closer, studying my face with a small laugh.

“Then again, you’re not that young anymore and still unmarried. Unlike me–”

“Dawn!” Justin cut her off sharply, his expression dark.

Annoyed, she snapped, “What? Isn’t it the truth? She’s just an unwanted old woman. Am I wrong?”

“It is the truth,” I said, a faint, mocking smile on my lips. “But unlike you, I don’t go around picking up what other people threw away.”

“You!”

Furious, she pointed at me, but I slapped her hand aside.

“Trisha! What are you doing?” Dad came out of the kitchen just in time, carrying a dish.

Dawn immediately complained, “I was just telling her to get married soon, and she got mad.”

Dad slammed the dish onto the table and started lecturing me.

“Is she wrong? You’re already thirty and still not married. Do you know how embarrassing that is for me?”

My stepmother, Lisa Green, stepped in right on cue.

“Alright, alright. It’s Christmas, let’s not argue. Trish, you’ve had a long trip. You must be tired. Why don’t you go upstairs and rest for a bit?”

As she spoke, she pushed me gently toward the stairs, all smiles.

Just then, a small, timid voice called out, “Trisha…”

I turned around. My little brother, Ben Fowler, stood by the doorway, looking at me with wide, hopeful eyes.

Before I could react, Lisa lowered her voice and scolded him. “Don’t bother your sister. Go play on your own.”

I gave him a small nod and headed upstairs.

The moment I opened the bedroom door, I realized the room had changed completely. It was filled with Dawn’s things. Hers and Justin’s bags were piled on the table.

I stood there for a moment, then quietly closed the door and turned away.

…

As the sky turned dark, I stood on the second floor, looking down. The kitchen lights were on. Dawn was clinging to her mother, acting spoiled, while Justin stood beside Dad, helping with the vegetables. They looked like a real family. Without me, everything felt more harmonious.

Not long after, Dawn came up to call me for dinner. As she passed by, she suddenly grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear, “Stay away from Justin. He’s mine.”

I said nothing. I simply shook her hand off.

…

After dinner, Lisa carried Ben upstairs for bedtime, and Dawn followed soon after. Only Dad and Justin were left at the table. As I couldn’t bear to stay for a second longer, I stood up, ready to leave.

Suddenly, Dawn rushed downstairs and called out to me.

“Trisha, did you take my necklace? That’s the token of love between Justin and me!”

I asked, “What necklace?”

“Stop pretending! It’s the one I left in my room. You stole it! It was still there before dinner. I just checked, and now it’s gone. You were the only one upstairs during that time!”

“But I didn’t go into your room,” I said. “I only stood at the door for a second.”

Dad slammed his fist against the table, irritated.

“Enough! It’s Christmas. Can all of you stop fighting?”

Then, he shot me an impatient look. “If you took it, just give it back to Dawn.”

“Dad!” I stared at him in disbelief, my lips trembling. “You don’t believe me?”

He didn’t answer. He just turned his head away and let out a heavy sigh.

Dawn looked at me, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

“Then let’s search her.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” I shouted as I hugged my arms tightly and staggered backward.

She kept closing the distance. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Justin rubbed his temples and stood up, reaching out to stop her. “Enough. Don’t do this.”

Her gaze flicked between him and me, and then suddenly, realization dawned on her face.

“Oh, I get it now. “That necklace? Justin gave it to me.”

She hooked a finger into the hem of his shirt, toying with it as if she owned him.

“You’ve been pursuing him for so long. Now that he’s about to get married, you’re trying to steal something as a keepsake?”

All the blood drained from my face. My whole body trembled uncontrollably as I said, “That’s a lie!”

Instinctively, I looked at Justin. He froze for a moment and then slowly withdrew the hand that had been holding her back. Right then, Lisa came downstairs. The moment she saw the scene, she hurried over, trying to smooth things over.

“I’m so sorry, Trish. Don’t blame your sister. This is all my fault. I’m getting old. My memory’s not what it used to be. I forgot to tell you that I had given your room to Dawn. So… why don’t you just return the necklace to her? I’ll buy you a new one, okay?”

My temples throbbed. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

“I didn’t go into that room,” I said again.

“Stop wasting time talking to her. Just search her!”

Dawn’s patience snapped. The moment she said it, she lunged forward, tackling me to the ground and grabbing at my collar.

“Let go!” I screamed, grabbing her wrists.

Within seconds, we were struggling and grappling on the floor. When she realized she couldn’t overpower me, she turned her head and called out to Justin.

“Justin, come help me!”

I, too, lifted my head and looked at him. He didn’t move. He just stood there, head lowered, his expression serious.

For a split second, it ignited a little spark of hope in me. Even my cold fingertips began to warm. However, in the very next moment, I was let down.

“Trisha, just hand over the necklace.”

The humiliation hit all at once. Everything I had been holding back finally broke. With all the strength I had, I shoved Dawn off me, rushed forward, and slapped Justin hard across the face. At the same time, Dawn let out a sharp cry, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

“Dawn!”

Justin didn’t even react to the slap. He shoved me aside and ran straight to her. Pain exploded as the back of my head slammed into the corner of the table, and my vision blurred.

I shook my head, rubbing my eyes hard. When I looked up again, everyone had gathered around her. She, on the other hand, clutched her bleeding forehead with one hand and held the necklace in the other while saying something to me.

In the final second before everything went black, I made out the words.

“Trisha, you really did steal it.”

…

I had no idea how long had passed before I woke up, freezing. The TV was still playing some loud holiday comedy skit, but the house was empty. I pushed myself up from the floor and touched the back of my head. The blood there had already dried and matted into my hair.

I glanced at the time. It was past ten at night. Stumbling, I made my way out the door, planning to take a cab to the nearest hospital.

A neighbor was just stepping out to throw away some trash. When she saw the blood all over my head, she flinched in shock.

“Child, what happened to you?”

I felt a little embarrassed. “I hit my head by accident.”

“That badly? Why isn’t anyone from your family taking you to the hospital?”

“They’re busy. I can head there myself.”

I was about to leave when she grabbed my arm.

“It’s late. It’s not safe for a girl to go alone. I’ll go with you.”

I shook my head quickly. “No, really, it’s okay.”

Not wanting her to take pity on me, I turned and hurried away without looking back.

Even on the first day of the holidays, the hospital was crowded, but I was the only one alone there. Clutching my registration slip, I searched for the right consultation room. As I passed by a ward, I caught sight of Dawn lying in a hospital bed. Justin stood beside her, carefully watching as a nurse treated her wound, while Dad and Lisa sat at her bedside, feeding her a snack, one bite after another.

Without thinking, I stepped back and hid behind the door. A bitter laugh rose in my throat. Right now, I really did look like a thief, peeking in on someone else’s happiness.

No one remembered me. No one cared about me, and my home was gone.