Chapter 3

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Reagan's POV:

I hear keys jingling and then the door opens. Shawn is home.

"SHAWN!" I scream.

A smile spread across his face.

"I missed you so much Reagan." He says. Why would he miss me. I'm a worthless piece of shit.

"I missed you too. More than you know." I says.

I see the tears streaming down his face. I don't think he understands how much I missed him. Without him I have nothing. I need my brother.

I should tell him about being bullied and my depression.

"Shawn can I talk to you?" I ask.

"Can we talk later? I told Nash I would hang out with him." He says.

Of course. Nobody wants to spend time with me. I'm me.

"Yeah sure." I say putting on a fake smile. Something I'm able to do easily.

He walks out the door and I sit. I sit there and realize that he doesn't like me. I mean who would? I'm fat, ugly, and a waste of time. Who would want to be around me?

I should go to the store anyway. The house is running low on food and I have to make dinner tonight because my parents are on a business trip.

I put my shoes on and open the door. As I expected there was a letter. I open the letter. It reads:

"Kill yourself worthless trash. Shawn doesn't want to be around you and neither do your parents. Why haven't you killed yourself yet?"

I rip the letter and throw it in the trash can. I wipe the tears and walk to the store. Once I'm there I get all the stuff I need and head home.

As I'm cooking dinner Shawn comes back.

"Hey Reagan, can Hayes and Nash come over for dinner?" He asks. I should say no but if I do Shawn will know something's up.

"Yeah of course." I says.

"Thanks Reagan! Love you." He says. Lies. It's all lies. He doesn't love me. Nobody does.

I make the table and finish the food. Once I walk into the living room everyone looks at me. I immediately feel insecure.

"Um d-dinners ready." I stutter.

They all get up and walk into the dining room and sit. I give them each food and sit down. I don't eat though. We all know it's just more weight I don't need.

"Reagan aren't you gonna eat?" Nash asks. Damn him. Maybe if he knew what his littler brother does to me he wouldn't ask.

"No I had a big lunch." I lie. I always lie. It's become so simple for me. Maybe to simple.

"You didn't eat lunch." Hayes says. Who the fuck does he think he is. This is my house.

"Yes I did. After school I came home and ate." I lie again. I'm so used to it now I can make stuff up on the spot.

They all continue to eat. I sit there quietly while they eat afraid I will say something stupid.

I don't know how much longer I will last.

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A/N

Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a while I just got back from Las Vegas.

Hope you liked the chapter!

Stay beautiful!💕

--Lauren

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