The Lost Sister

18- brother sister things

I sat in the movie room watching The Originals. I picked this one myself and I was very proud because it's awesome.

The door walked in and I glanced over to see Kayla. "Hey." She greeted. I smiled.

"What's up?"

"Your brothers and dad are looking for you. Figured you'd be in here." She told me.

"What do they want?" I questioned. She shrugged.

"What are you watching?" She asked. I clicked off the television.

"The Originals. Chose it myself. Proud?" I beamed.

She smiled. "Never watched it, but extremely." She admitted.

I gasped. "We aren't friends anymore." I teased.

She poked out her clip and waved 'bye' as I left the room to find my brothers.

My father grabbed my elbow and pulled me outside. "What's going on?" I questioned.

He pushed me into the car with my brothers. I glanced at them and they were smiling like lunatics.

"Are we going to kill someone?" I asked completely serious.

Their smiles turned into confused expression. "No, dipshit. You haven't shot a gun since you were 13. Time to train." Connor clapped. I ignored the insult.

"Actually, I have. Shot a guard right in the head." I looked at my nails as if it was natural.

I felt the boys stares. I looked up and they all looked away, but not Connor. His expression looked hurt. Because I had killed someone? Or because I hadn't told him? I looked down.

My purple eyes were purely filled with shame. Not of killing someone as horrendous as that sounds. But the fact I didn't explain to Connor.

I was keeping a lot of things from him. I got out my phone.

To Connor—

Hey, after this... meet me at the treehouse.

His phone dinged and he checked it. Then he looked up at me and nodded.

The treehouse was something we made as kids.

We pulled in to an abandoned warehouse. I remember it here. We would practice all the time here.

I climbed out. Luca walked in front of me so naturally I jumped on his back. He groaned.

"Fat ass."

"Bitch ass." I retorted.

"Stop arguing." My dad ordered not really caring.

Childishly I retorted. "He started it."

"You whore. Your jumped on my back." Luca argued.

"Don't call your sister a whore, whore." I grinned. He smacked my ankle where his hands hanged. I had mine wrapped around his neck.

"I'd be nice to me. I could snuff you out right now." I threatened. He bowled with laughter. Which made all the boys laugh.

We got inside the building and I jumped off of him. We walked toward the shooting range.

"Let's get started." My dad urged.

2 hours later——

I fell to the ground panting. "I don't like this." I groaned.

I hade been shooting for an hour. You know what that does to your arms?

The other hour was basic fighting which I already knew. Dylan lied down beside me like a star fish.