Parrot And Girl

Chapter 20

I followed Donny upstairs who led me to his room. The walls were covered in posters of his favourite bands and movies, his bed in blue and green bed sheets, next to it he had a desk with a laptop placed on top but enough space so it would be comfy for him to finish his uncompleted homework, on the window sill he had a collection of action figures of Power Rangers and he had a wardrobe beside his bed. This room wasn't even messy like I expected it to be, at least he can be a momma's good boy.

He pulled a chair out under his desk motioned, "Please, take a seat."

I thought for a moment and then I nodded and sat on the chair. "What do you want to talk about?"

He picked up a picture frame from his desk showing it to me. The picture was of a younger version of himself with a brightest smile on his face. The brightest smile then I usually see him now. Standing between him two two little girls, I recognized one of them as toddler June. The other girl was a baby compared to the two. I haven't seen her before but she has some of similar features of Mikey's, light brown eyes and Sarah's blond hair.

"You had a sister?" I asked him suspiciously.

He took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah this little girl was our little sister."

"Was?" He blinked his eyes blocking back tears, I know that look, I've felt it before more then ever, "Oh, I'm S..."

"It's fine." He shrugged, " we were only little when she passed away, she was only a ten months old still crawling and we barely got to see her walk. I was five and June was six. We always played together, we were happy back then especially my little sister Jill because she was the cutest even outside we played with her. Not far just close enough for our parents to look after us. One day she was sick, she's been sick for four days, the doctor said she had some kind of virus, our cousin June and I both wanted to help her but it was too late. "

Tears ran down his cheeks strongly, struggling to choke back a sob before he continued, "Mom, Dad and the rest of my family and friends were upset and sad for the precious baby girl, I kept crying for months, no practically the whole year. My parents and I were all stuck with grief until my Mom had another baby who was born one month before you."

"You meant Ace, right?" I asked he nodded.

"Yeah, my parents were happy including me but I still couldn't calm my grief because after Jill died it was too much for me, I cried, for months until my mood changed to anger when I turned ten." He swallowed, "well I'm happy I have another sibling but I couldn't get over it. I kept shutting people put, got into trouble for hurting other kids back in school and even made girls cry even in their teenage years. Yes they had crushes on me but I'd tell them my honest opinions that I don't like and will never go out with girls like them."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"Because I was like you when I was your age after your parents died, you know crying and crying." He says, "and that's why I had no friends, I realise you felt the same burden as I did when I appolagise to you on the first week."

"Yeah, crying and not wanting friends because I felt different. That's the same with me after my parents and Joey passed away when our house burnt down." I looked staring at my shoes.

I didn't want to talk about our pity stories anymore and decided to change the subject.

I thought for a moment, "What's your uncle like?"

Donny perked up and thought for a moment, "Well he's really nice but at the moment don't give him a hard time but he can get mad."

So that's why he's always angry, it's like he inherited that attitude from his uncle not just because of his grief.