Rollerblades

Chapter 2 - Six Years Old Again

Everyone thought we were a perfect family. I thought we were a perfect family. We lived in a mansion in California, near Hollywood. My parents were both actors, and perfect for each other. My and my sister were best friends, twins but I was the older one by fifteen minutes. I was very mature, she... not so much. I felt responsible for her, she listed to me, and we did almost everything together.

That changed on the worst night of my life.

I woke up. Biggest mistake of my life.

My bleary eyes scanned the room, the window was loved, the curtain drawn, but a thin light of moonlight stretched across the room. My alarm clock read 12:36. 

The reason I woke up: I was thirsty. I always got incredibly thirsty at night, and usually had a giant water bottle beside my bed, for occasions just like this, but that morning mum had done the dishes, therefore it wasn't in its usual spot. I swallowed my spit, and it burned. I was very, incredibly, impressively thirsty.

I slid out of bed, and tip toed towards the door. My sister, Olivia, was a very light sleeper in her upper bunk. I didn't wanna woke her up. I was so close to the door, when I forgot about the creepy floor board.

"Sis...?" Olivia said immediately, her voice dreary and slurred from sleep.

"I am just going to get water, you know how thirsty I get! Go back to sleep, it's late." I said quickly. 

"I am hungry... cam I come with you and get a snack? Pleeeaaassseee!!?!?!"

"Fine." I sighed. But secretly I was glad to have company. The houses dark hallway were scary at night.

We crept through the house, the dark walls casting shadows across our path, which was dimly lit by moonlight here and there. I crept up and got down on my hands and knees to get past my parents bedroom, they were also light sleepers- and we were dead if they found us out of their bed at night.

I froze next to their door, voices were coming from inside. Something in my gut told me to stop, told me to listen, I motioned to Olivia to stop moving and to be dead quiet, she nodded, understanding.

Our parents weren't asleep, anything but. hey were yelling at each other.

"DAHLIA!! WE CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!" Their dad yelled furiously.

"We have too! You know what my parents are like, Trevor!" Their mother said angrily.

"Forget them. We can't do this anymore!! I met the woman of my dreams, and she is going back to New York tomorrow, I can't loose that golden lady!"

"You are going to have too. We are stuck like this."

"No. Movies don't go on forever! We can't keep acting. You could find the man of your dreams!! You could be happy. C'mon Dahlia."

"I wont have it, neither will my parents."

"But..."

"No Trevor. I said no. That's that!"

"I WONT KEEP THIS UP!"

"I DON'T WANT TO!! TRUST ME!!! Plus, what are we going to do with the kids...?"

"We both take one of them." Just then I turned and looked at my sister. Her eyes were flowing tears, and a muffled sob escaped her lips. The room went quiet.

"Trevor... did you check the kids?"

"Yes."

"Made sure they were asleep?"

"Yes."

"Checked recently?"

"Yes."

"Could they possibly have heard us?"

"... Yes."

"Check outside, Trevor."

"Ok." Terrified I grabbed my sisters hand, my fathers footsteps echoed, heading towards he door. I dragged my sister through the house, my feet flying. We flew under the covers, and I closed my eyes right as a silver of light crept up the floor. 

"Violet? Olivia?" My dad whispered. Neither of us responded. I steadied my breathing, and dad closed the door again.

The rest of the night had been a blur. I had managed to fall asleep, and the next morning my dad and I moved out. Following the woman of my fathers dreams to New York. Turns out she never liked him, and my and my dad were stuck living in a run down apartment in the streets of the big city.

That was how my life got so terrible aweful.