#or else ill just get her some jewelry but it feels impersonal maybe?

[girljeremystrong]

like this is so cute to me if i had my own place i would love to have this in my house but i just don't know if it's a stupid idea for a gift 🙄

[avidfanficwriter]

The Other Sister (Chapter 2)

Characters: Steve Rogers(AU!) x OFC.

Summary: After five years of marriage, Steve Rogers finds himself questioning everything that his wife, Annabel has ever told him thanks to the impromptu visit by her troubled younger sister: Addison; whose existence he’s just learned about fives years prior. His only question now is: who verison is the truth? His loving wife? Or the troubled sister? 

Ratings: M.

Warnings: Mentions/indications of depression, mentions of sexual abuse, indication of mental abuse, drug abuse, alcohol abuse. (Warnings will be updated as chapters come)

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. 

Tags:  rangotangomango  lilulo-12  wolflhards 

The day of their wedding, Steve felt sick, even arriving at the venue was a difficult task, every turn that brought them closer only quickened his heart rate. "She's off drugs?" he double checked with his wife-to-be.  He'd gone over the worse case scenarios in his head and even as he tried to calm himself down, convince himself that he was overreacting, He couldn't stop the thoughts that continued to pile up.

"I told her to be clean." Annabel said quietly, "I'm sure she'll listen." He didn't believe it and was half convinced neither did she.

Their wedding was different than the usual, not at all what her parents had envisioned or the guests. They were going to have a short party before the wedding, a few drinks would be served and then the wedding would begin and the dinner afterwards. Instead of going straight into their hotel rooms and get ready, they mingled with their guests. Annabel spots Addison after a short while, Steve feels her hand squeeze his arm and she gasps. "Oh, she came and she looks drug free!" His eyes fall to the mystery sister and he's taken back. She looks normal... to normal. She's in a light blue dress that comes down to her knees and her hair is pulled into a bun, it's almost more shocking that she doesn't look a thing like Annabel or her parents. It's no wonder they were able to just forget her, she was the odd child.

"Addy, you're here!" Annabel squealed as she rushes towards her sister, she towers over her full of glee.

"You sent me a plane ticket," She responds in a monotone voice as Annabel engulfs her in a large hug. Addison has a internal struggle as to how to respond, hugging felt to impersonal and not hugging felt rude, in the end she stayed still, her mind overthinking too much to remember to actually do one of the options.

"Shit, I didn't tell mom and dad you were here." Annabel suddenly confesses.

Addison chokes on her breath, it's like her body forgot how to function, she can't move. She is scared to death, stuck between wanting her sister to never let her go and tossing herself in front of a moving vehicle. All she can hope is her sister changes her mind, by some miracle maybe the stars will align and every god that exists or a genie will appear and give her this one wish that she's forced to leave. Annabel will shout, scream and force her to leave this place and never return.

If only fate was that nice.

Annabel taps gently on her sisters back before she's suddenly pulled away and her worst nightmare comes true. Clear as day, there she is. "Addison." She hears and now she's positive she'll never start breathing properly. That she'll die, her heart is going to stop and she'll be tossed in a garbage bin. There's a silent plea for help that is conveyed through her eyes as she comes face to face with the woman that gave her life. Annabel stands aside the two women, her eyes going back and forth between the two women watching silently.

"Mo-Courtney... Uh.. Mrs. Shaw." She struggles at first, her voice is almost non-existent and her eyes drop immediately. She's been forced to see the disappointment that laid dormant in her mother's green eyes that she didn't think she could handle it today. Her mother looks exactly the same, dressed far better than everyone, the same color hair dye, her body covered in jewelry. Her mother was lavish but classy.

"What makes you think you have any right to be here?" She remarks turning up her nose. "And wearing that ill-fated color? Blue is not a flattering color on you, you would know that if you weren't to busy shoving illegal substances into your body."

Addison stands still, her eyes tracing lines in the ground as she faces her mother's berating. "You have some nerve showing up. What is your plan? To ruin this event? Are we not welcome to one decent memory in this family that will not be ruined by you?" She feels herself growing smaller, like a doormat being trampled on which only worsens when her father joins the 'kick Addison party.' He's not one to spare feelings, his insults come quicker and harsher, he doesn't hold back. "You ruined this family with your refusal to grow up and you think you have the right to be here? That you can pick and choose when to be part of this family! You're not welcome here." He spits.

Addison wants to try to make the situation better, say her sister invited her and that she only came out of remorse but it won't come out. Nothing is coming out. Not a single word. She has tears in her eyes and her breath is shaky as she tries to contain herself. "You came here to screw up this day? Like you did every other day of your lives? Ruin your sisters day because what? You need drug money?" Her father shouts, reaching into his black slacks and pulling out his wallet, he grabs the loose dollars her has and tosses them at her. "There now be gone."

Steve isn't far from the abuse when he notices Addison, she's small compared to the three and her eyes never leave the ground. The green paper slowly falls to the ground at her feet but she still refuses to move. All he wants to do is run over and console her, shout at them and force them to act their ages but their is in-laws. His family and as much as he hates to admit it, maybe she deserved this. It could be her wake up call. The one thing she needs to get her act together. He watches helplessly, waiting for the moment he'd heard all to much, Addison's explosion. Every story Annabel had confessed to him, all ended the same way, she would threaten them or worse lash out at them and storm off. Only the moment never comes.

"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Shaw." Addison simply says in response to their brutal words and walks away. Steve's eyes follow her as she leaves them, trying to disappear from their eyesight and he notices she wipes her eyes and takes a deep breath. It's out of character and even her parents are left speechless, glaring in the direction she had disappeared to. Steve chalks it down to her trying to be good for her sister's wedding.

Shockingly, their wedding went off without a hitch, Mr. and Mrs. Shaw sat in the front row, sobbing as they watched their only daughter walk down the aisle to get married, Addison was seated in the last row, emotionless as the ceremony began. it was how she remained throughout the night, withdrawn. Steve, on the other hand was full of emotions, a stabbing pain in his gut began when his wives, father Gregory began his speech at the dinner.

"My beautiful daughter. The light of my life. My reason for living. The day you were born and I held you in my arms for the first time, I knew you were destined for greatness. I could see it in those tiny little eyes and standing here before you I know it came true. I am so proud of the woman you've turned into, how strong you are. You're the best daughter a father could have. While it breaks my heart to have to give my only daughter away, I know that you'll be taken care of. That is all I want for you. I love you and I'm so excited to see this new chapter of your life begin." His speech seemed to be crafted to hurt Addison, each word meticulously thought out to tell the world, how proud he was of his only child. Steve looked for Addison while Gregory spoke, she was in the back of the room where most of the people they invited for seat fillers were placed. Her eyes were the first thing he noticed, they were empty, it looked like she was staring off into space. She had no reaction to Gregory's words as if she was ignoring them. The speech continued building Annabel up as God's gift and more but Steve remains focused on Addison, watching her for anything. It was almost beginning to annoy him that she wasn't doing anything or even smiling, she seemed to be there in person but mentally elsewhere.

When the time for pictures came there was a part of Steve that cringed when he noticed Addison wasn't invited in them, not even by her sister who wanted her here. Addison stands idly by, almost blending in with everyone else as she smiles.

"Alright, the groom and the bride's family, please." The photographer says ushering the bridesmaids away. Steve flattens his tie against his chest and watches Addison slowly begin to disappear into the crowd as if she's running away.

"Uh... Give me a second." Steve gets out in a rushed tone. "I just need to..." his brain is drawing a blank and facing his now parent-in-laws seemed harder than ever.

"No, no, dear. You have no explaining to us, go find your wife." his mother in law says, gently tapping his shoulder.

Steve smiles, nodding. It's not entirely lying and quickly rushes off in the direction that Addison begin disappearing in. He finds her inside the venue, ordering a soda at the open bar. He had no plan after he went after her, nothing even as to what he is going to say. Addison turns around, nearly crashing into him and lets out a startled gasp.

"I'm sorry." She says in a apologetic tone, immediately cowering down.

"It's my fault." They really were different, he notes. "You're Annabel's sister?" He questions as if he didnt know that already.

The statement gets her attention, she scans the area to see if anyone heard that and finally looks up to meet Steve's eyes. "No... The Shaw's only have one daughter, you must have me confused." There's a small smile at the end of her sentence that doesn't sit well with him. "Congratulations on your wedding."

Steve is left speechless as he watches Addison return to her seat, there a million moves he can make followed by a million things he could say, 'I know you're Addison's sister. Listen everything that has happened is a mistake, a complete misunderstanding." Before he even has a opportunity to do any of that, he's stopped by the actions of his parent-in-laws shouting for the remaining guests inside of the venue to leave. Gregory storms in, face bright red and his body language even more threatening than his voice. "Everyone out! If you're not family, get the hell out! That includes you behind the bar!" Everyone scurries from the room like rats. Steve's attention turns back to Addison whose now standing, her eyes wide and body slowly beginning to tremble.

"What the hell is your problem?" he shouts, pointing his finger accusingly at Addison.

Annabel quickly rushes to her mother's aide, wrapping her arms around her and sobbing.

"You weasel your way into this wedding and what decided to see who you could get to buy some drugs from you?"

Steve takes a step forward, "Whoa-whoa, hold on. Do we even know that she brought drugs here?" He tries to play devil's advocate to no avail.

"Did you or my daughter invite any other known drug users to the wedding?" Gregory questions.

Steve bites his tongue, glancing at his wife whose sobbing hysterically. "I don't have anything, old man." Addison sneers.

"Let me see your purse." He demands, walking towards her, holding out his hand.

"Screw you." Addison shouts, clutching her purse closer to her chest.

"Wait, alright." Steve interrupts. "If you didn't have any drugs on you then we shouldn't have any problems going through your purse, right?" He asks, moving in between the two.

"I have nothing on me."

"Then we'll look into your purse and all will be good, right?" He's praying to God, he's right, it's a misunderstanding. Charlie from his office always seemed a bit sketchy, it could easily be him.

Unreluctantly, Addison hands her purse over to Steve with a shaky breath. He's begging for a tell, something in her eyes that lets him see the truth but there is nothing there. Not even fear or anger, they're just empty. He looks inside the purse, moving a few items around before his eyes grow wide. underneath her wallet was a clear bag of pills, all different shapes and sizes.

"There's nothing in here." He says, gently putting the wallet over the contents again.

There's a surprised reaction inside the room, Annabel gasping and her father, staring at him confused. "You're sure?" he questions.

"Yes." He nods.

"Check the side pockets."

Steve inhales deeply, unzipping the pockets on the side. "Nothing here either."

Gregory doesn't take that as an answer, "No, give me it. There has to be something here." Steve uses his size as an advantage, puffing his chest out and shoving an hand out.

"There's nothing here." He repeats. "Would I lie to you?" Gregory chews on his lower lip, exhaling sharply. With a quick look to Addison, he fears the truth will soon fall out of his mouth. "Addison, I think it's time you leave." Steve shoves the bag into her hands.

Without another word, Addison grips the bag and quickly leaves the room without a look behind her. Gregory who is still filled with anger, moves behind the bar pouring a shot of whiskey and quickly drinking it. Annabel and her mother escape to the bathroom to adjust their makeup, both reeling emotionally from the events. He lets out a deep breath before heading in the same direction Addison went down earlier.  The sour taste in his mouth is only getting worse as he spots her on the sidewalk, a cigarette between her lips as she anxiously waits for her car. "What the hell is wrong with you? Your sister invites you here to extend an olive branch and you bring a bag of pills? Are you capable of only making bad decisions?" He shouts at her long before he even gets near her.

"An olive branch? Is that what you think that was?"

"Why do you think you're here?" Steve asks, tossing his hands up in the air.

"Yeah, you're right. The one time my sister allows me to be apart of this family, I screw it up by bringing a shit ton of pills."

"I just lied for you. I lied to my father-in-law for you!" He's lost all ability to control himself now.

"I didn't put those pills in there!" She closes the space between them, rising to the tips of her toes.

"Who did, huh?"

"I don't know but I didn't."

He chuckles, "Oh my god. You're pathetic." It takes a minute for what she's saying to actually hit him and he can't help but let out another chuckle, rubbing his clean shaven face. "Wow! You really think that they... that Gregory and Courtney put those in your purse?"

"I wouldn't put it past them."

"You don't even know them!" Steve shouts.

"Neither do you." She scoffs, shaking her head. "You think you're marrying into the brady bunch, huh? Sweet wholesome family with their little dog Tiger out in the backyard? Let me tell you something, it takes two awfully screwed up people to make one fucked up kid don't you think?"

"You're blaming them for your decisions?"

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, now does it?" She tosses her cigarette onto the ground and shakes her head. "Like I said congratulations on marrying into the Brady Bunch. Just make sure your dog doesn't get hit by a car." Addison smirks, walking into the parking lot, refusing to take the blame for anything or even share a thank you.

That was almost six years ago, he could barely handle their fight outside of the wedding, how was he supposed to handle a few weeks with her living inside of his house?

Annabel could lie, claim something came up, they had an emergency and she could no longer stay. Only his brain wouldn't let him, technically his mother wouldn't. "We forgive people for their past mistakes, some day, you'll be the one who makes a mistake and wishing someone would forgive you." She had beat that phrase into him when he was just a young boy.

Damn his mother, damn her inspiring speeches and damn him for being a good son and listening.

If his mother was privy to any of the thoughts running rampant in his head, she'd flip over in her grave. Even worse, she'd probably rise up from the grave and whack him on the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper.

Rather face the possibility that his mother would be ashamed of him, he took action. Hiding anything of value they had. Art, trinkets, jewelry; anything that she could make even the tiniest bit of money off of to support her habit. It was wrong and his mother would be annoyed that he was not seeing the best in people but she wasn't someone who had the best inside of them. If he could, he'd replace the furniture just to prevent her from infecting it.

Two days before she gets there, the contractor has another problem. "Listen, the kitchen it's done..."

"Why does it sound like there is a 'but' at the end of that?"

He chews on his bottom lip, "Whoever you got to do that wiring on short notice, he did a shit job."

'What does that mean?"

"It means you got a faulty kitchen. You flip the switch for the light and the breaker blows, turn on the disposal and the breaker blows, plug the fridge in--"

"The breaker blows." Steve finishes his sentence for him. "I get it, what can you do to fix that?"

"Redo it."

"So do that."

"It's gonna take at least a week."

"I don't have a week. I have two days." Steve panics, rubbing his palms together to calm the nerves. "What if I tripled your money?"

"Still can't be done in a week."

He begged, promised and bribed the contractor to find anyone who could do a good job in short notice but there wasn't anyone willing to take on the job who could guarantee the job would be done in a two days. He was screwed and the hours were closing in. Miss Addison "Trouble" Shaw was on her way and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Not even if he tried.

"When is the last time you talked to Addison?" Steve asks just before they go to bed.

"I don't know... probably the wedding." She looks over and notices her husband is laying down wide eyed. "Baby, it's going to be fine."

"How can you say that? With the shit that happened at the wedding? She was invited there and screwed that up. What's to say we don't wake up one morning and find half of our stuff gone? Or worse some guys standing over the bed with guns at our heads?"

"Babe, she's not the mafia." The statement doesn't comfort him as much as it should, instead it only makes him feel worse. At least if she was the mafia, there was a chance he could bargain their way out of death. Launder money for them, sell illegal stuff, hide people, whatever it took he would do it. Addison wasn't as simple, she was a no good drug addict.