Recurring Brother Problems

Chapter 6: Dogs, Crying, and a Good Smelling Mystery Man

Chapter 6: Dogs, Crying, and a Good Smelling Mystery Man (Cameron's p.o.v.)

    I am so angry at him! How could he not tell me this?! That. This. This is sooo wrong.

I go away to school and mom and dad move with Logan to here, and he becomes famous. And no one tells me.    

    How messed up is that?

I sat down on the bed. Looking over at the paintings leaning against the wall, I sighed again. This can't be happening? Right? Like this is some crazy dream. I have to be asleep on the plane and I need to wake up. This isn't right. How could they not tell me? Even my own parents didn't tell me. What does that mean.

    I can understand Logan not telling me. I get it. It's his life. We didn't get along before I left. And so there for there was no need to tell me. But our parents?

    Years..... This has gone on for years! And no one tells me. This is so messed up.

Getting up off the bed I walked over to a picture that is hanging on the wall. I wonder who put this up? Surely it wasn't Logan. He never hangs things up.

    Ha, they look so happy. And I bet they are. With all the money their making. No wonder Logan had that nice ass car. Makes sense, now. But still. I can't get over the fact that no one told me.

I shook my head. Well there goes my happy mood. Now it's ruined. I walked to the door, put my hand on the doorknob, but stopped. Do I want to go out there and face him just yet?

    Releasing the doorknob, I walked back to the bed. Sitting down, I put my hands in my face. Removing them, I noticed they were a little wet. Wow, I'm crying and I didn't even notice. Wiping my eyes, I got up once again to find a bathroom.

    Walking down the hall, I heard some voices. I stopped. Should I continue? I mean, I bet I look like crap now. Or should I just go back to the room? Oh, I don't know.

    I took a few more steps, and I found an opened door. I looked in. Hmm... wonder who's room this is? Looking back down the hallway, I realized that this must be Logan's room. It's the right spot where he left that bag. I looked in again. There. I saw the bag, laying on the bed. This has to be this room.  I walked in.

Sitting down on the bed, I looked around. It's kinda nice. Wonder who decorated? 'Cause it definitely wasn't Logan. Since mom knows about all this... maybe it was her? Or maybe it was just someone else. I don't know. Of course, I don't know! I wasn't involved in all this. Uhg!

Just then I heard a jingle noise. I looked down.

    "Aww!" I squeaked. I pulled my legs up on to the bed. Uhhh.... a dog. Really? It better not be my brothers. He should know better. Then again, I wasn't part of his life. So he could of got one.

    It is kinda cute. It looks like a puppy. But I am not touching it.

Please don't jump up here. I thought.

    It put its paws on the bed frame. Oh no! "No, doggy. Please no. Down." I said to it.

It cocked its head at me. Then jumped up on the bed.

    Oh. My. God.

It sat there staring at me. "Go." I said, trying to shoo it away.

    Nothing. It just stayed there. Well then. It looks like it's not going to hurt me. But I am still not going to pet it. It can stay there. I got up to walk out of the room.

    Standing in the doorway was a German Sheppard. Seriously!?! Two of them. Uhh... Dogs. Why dogs?

    I quickly climbed back on the bed. They better stay were they are.