𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
𝗖𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱.
For five years, I was caged-locked in a life I couldn't escape, a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
At an age when I should have been dancing under the star...
"I don't like girls!" Noah huffed with a grumpy look on his face sitting next to me. His hands folded on his chest with a pout on his lips.
"What? Why?" I ask, nudging him with my elbow.
"I just do,"
"So, you don't like Alana as well?" I ask knowing well enough what his answer is going to be.
He looked deep in thought before shaking his head "No, not her. I love her!" he said turning his head toward me, he motions me to come forward with his hand, I leaned own towards him "I don't like mum and Carlie anymore," he whispered.
"Why is that?"
"I just don't," he shrugged.
"Noah," I warned making him sigh.
"Because Charlie is a very bad girl. She always messes with my stuff. You know she ruined y drawing last week and mum didn't even shout at her. She just said Noah, Charlie is little. She can do stuff. Mum always does that! I don't mum loves me. She loves Charlie but not me," he huffs pouting his lips and folding his hands over his chest once again and leaning back on the couch.
"Hey, don't say that. Of course, your mum loves you,"
"Then why doesn't she shout at Charlie when she messes with me?"
"Because Charlie your little sister. She is very young, Noah. You know when I was little I used to hide all Gemma's dolls and make-up because I didn't know better and you know what Gemma would do? She would give me half of her toys to play with and she would let me sometimes play with her makeup, which was fun. Maybe you can let Charlie play with your crayons and stuff that way she won't mess with stuff," I said keeping my eyes on him.
He put his finger on his bottom lip, softly tapping on them and bringing on his thinking face "But what if she still messes with my drawings?"
"She won't. I promise. She just wants her big brother's attention. You know girls can be sometimes dramatic," I say winking at him making him laugh.
"Yeah, you are right. Did you really play with mum's makeup?"
"Hell yeah!"
"But make-up is so lame," he said giving me a smirk.
"No, it's not! See, I still put nail polish and I look so cool with it!" I defended, showing off my new painted nails to him. Alana has worked really hard on them. I am her personal doll. And I don't have any problem with it. I'll be anything for her.
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"Oh wow! Is that watermelon? I love watermelon!" he said tracing the little figures on my nails "This is cool, Harry. Did you draw them?"
"No, actually Alana painted them,"
"Cool...When will she come to visit me?"
"Uhh..maybe next weekend?"
"Can we all go for a picnic?" he asked making me think about yesterday's event and smile.
