Tell Me Your Story

10| 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬

"Hey Elijah."

"Rowan.. " Is all I was able to say, dumbstruck that she was actually standing before me once again.

Short background on rando over here:

Rowan's my older sister who apparently chose her dream over us. Yeah I know.

She was offered a scholarship in Spain for about four years. It was back in 2018 I think. My parents were very hesitant so being obvious, they declined that brilliant offer and I fully agreed with them. Like dude, she was only sixteen. In sophomore year on top of that, so for her to not even finish high school was the main issue. But as always, she somehow managed to convince them and instead of returning 2019 like promised, she returns when I'm completely bothered about everything but her.

"First time your room's clean, huh?" She attempted sweeping the awkwardness under the carpet but sadly, her attempt failed.

Not only I, but she seemed to have noticed the sudden tension that took over the moment she stepped into my room.

"Yeah I guess.. " I replied clunky, pulling my sheets right.

"Thanks." She smiled feebly, making her to my bed.

Having dealt with enough of the ridiculous silence, I finally asked, "Why didn't you inform me that you were arriving today?"

"Did you forget you blocked me so how was I suppose to inform you then!" She immediately yelled at me, widening my eyes just slightly. "Sorry." She mumbled.

Breaking off her stare, her eyes was now glued to her twiddling fingers which obviously meant I, the YOUNGER one, was suppose to try and mend things.

This is so not right. This is so not fucking right.

"You know, there were other ways of letting me know right?"

Her eyes still hooked into her fingers, "Yeah I know. I just thought after our little argument, you wouldn't want me back so I decided to return without anyone's permission."

Jesus Rowan. Always behaving so childlike.

Before she left, she and I had a little fight about family which was more of an argument and had more to do with me than Jane, mother and father.

In the end, it resulted in me not saying goodbye and she not waiting for me.

After a few days of still being frustrated at her, Jane and I found out by our parents about Rowan's accidental flight.

It turned out, she took the wrong flight and because of that, she was exceedingly lucky to survive a certain plane crash that killed over hundreds of people.

It took a few weeks for everyone to stop stressing and eventually when she was out of coma, they all rushed, exceedingly eager to speak to her.

Except me that is, so I don't think it's weird there's this odd vibe between us.

*Knock, knock, knock*

"Come in." I yelled when mother's beautiful smile literally brightened up the room.

"Morning sweetie!" She squealed. God, I see where Jane gets that from. "Get dressed quickly."

"Mommy, what for?" I childishly groaned. Giving me one of her usual death flares, she hardly slapped my bare arm. Slapping the tiredness away as well.

"Since Rowan's back, I decided to take her shopping. Just to get her back in the Cali mood so I'll need your help since Nel's asleep."

"Mommy.. " I practically groaned, pulling a long face. "Can't you just wake her. I'm really tired." I complained. "Besides, I have to tend to Mr Stone since Hannah's-

"Since Hannah's what?" She cut in, luckily stopping me from continuing.

Because of the police departments request, I haven't really told anyone besides Xavier, Brett and Trevor about her disappearance.

For some reason, 'We don't want to make a mountain out of a molehill, now do we?' said officer White.

"Hannah? Who's that?" Rowan questioned, annoying me already by how persistent I knew she'd become over this subject.

"Nobody Rowan." I tried pushing her question aside, focusing on convincing my dear mother, "Mommy please-

"No Eli. You're coming with us and that's final. Now get dressed. Your father's already in the car." She squeezed my cheeks.

Along with the most prettiest smile, mother wrapped her warm arms around me.

Fuck it, I was bound to smile anyway.

Kissing my cheek, she stepped outside my opened door, leaving one of daughters behind.

Catching her staring at me like a fucking creep, I arched my brow, "What's up with the staring? You fucking creeping me out."

Crossing her arms, she asked childishly, "Who's Hannah?"

Ugh!