All Over Again

Chapter 19- Wasting Brooklyn's Money

Chapter 19- Wasting Brooklyn's Money

If I were them, I wouldn't know how to react to this. Who would? It's not everyday you find your younger sisters telling you about an accident they were in four years ago and you didn't know a thing about it.

But the good thing is that I'm not them. So I can just sit back, relax and look at their faces. Their annoying, stupid, monkey looking faces.

But after telling them all this I can't help but feel a little.. how do I put this.. freaked out? I don't know. I don't want them to just sit there and not say anything. But I also don't want them to go all crazy on us.

And to be honest, this silence is kill me. Why is somebody not saying anything?!

I decide to break the silence and ask Zack, "How did you even find out about this? Who told you?"

All eyes stare at Zack. He closes his eyes, running a hand over his face, "I.. uh.. saw the scar on Gaby's stomach. So I asked her and the word 'accident' sort of slipped out her mouth, I guess."

Ugh. He saw the scar on her stomach? What was he doing looking at her stomach? Scratch that. I don't even wanna know.

"But I still don't get why you guys didn't tell us. I don't get why nobody told us. It's like we're not even related anymore." Zack continues.

"We stopped being related when you didn't pick up our call the first time when we were waiting for you at the airport. We stopped being related when I tried so hard to call both of you when I woke up in the hospital and Gaby was still in surgery. And you know what? Actually, Brooklyn did pick up his phone." Brooklyn lifts his head up and looks at me. "And I told him everything. But he was drunk. Yeah, drunk." I laugh darkly. "I'm guessing you don't remember that, right? Of course you don't. Why would you? You said it yourself, and I quote 'Talk about cool stuff. This is too boring'."

"What?" He mutters to himself.

I sigh. "Anyway. I guess Brooklyn is right, after four years it does get boring. Let's talk about something else, yeah? Who wants ice cream?"

"Shut up, Claire." Zack says.

"Don't tell me to shut up! You shut up."

"Claire, this is serious. Stop acting so childish."

"I'm acting childish? Well, okay, I may be acting childish but I get to do that because I'm the one who was in that accident. I'm the one who woke up with a broken hand and leg and stiches everwhere. I'm the one who had to wait in that hospital for God know how long just hoping to get any good news about Gaby. And it was darn difficult because the doctors were stupid and didn't tell me anything till the very last moment. I'm the one who had no one when all I wanted was somebody to be there with me at that time. I had to wait seven hours to know that Gaby was fine and then I had to wait another two hours just to see her. Let alone another hour before our parents got there. And that's very long time. Do the math.

" And people said that it was really difficult for Gaby to go though all this but they don't have a clue what it was like for me. Okay? And for so long I blamed it all on me. That somehow this was my fault. If I would have not been stupid and not stopped the car or if I would have just declined to go to that club then maybe this would have turned out very differently but the thing is, non of this is my fault. It's both of yours. You wanna know why we hate you so much. Well here you go. It's all out there." I normalise my breathing and then add, "Before all my anger comes back up, who wants ice cream? Because I really need some. And since Gaby ate all of it, I'm going to go out and buy some."

I grab my coat and my wallet. "Any favourites?"

"Get me choco chip.." Gaby calls out as I head towards the door.