Skylar Miller
A girl who has been blamed but never seen as the victim in the story. She lost her best friends then she lost the people that she used to love. It felt like her life was breaking at every corner she looked.
"If you told me that going...
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- Blake Miller -
"Everything sorted?" Rylie questioned, entering the living room. He had just taken Skylar for a walk around the yard. She had clearly fallen asleep on the walk as she was now wrapped around Rylie's torso like a little child.
Like the little child she always will be.
"Yeah, I suppose so" Francesco muttered, placing the file on the table. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to feel anymore.
Shane, who used to be my eldest brother, had chocked Jay only a few weeks ago and now Rylie and Francesco were living and breathing. We were also living on a farm, in the middle of fucking nowhere.
"Blake" a stern voice caught my attention. It was Thomas Martinez.
"What, I'm not doing anything" I responded. I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I? I was just sitting here. "Your hands are clenched and your frowning" he retorted in a smartass tone.
"Don't tell me to go for a walk because I won't" I got in before he had the chance to continue. That was always everyone's solution to someone who was angry. My own therapist continuously reminded me this every time I went there.
Guess he wont be seeing me anymore.
"Well, you know how Skylar feels about it" Thomas then turned his back on me. It wasn't like I could control it. Skylar had always hated when one of us were angry. I hated that she was so naïve and perfect.
She was such a sweet little girl that at times, I just wanted to expose her but then I didn't. I was always at war with myself. Protect her or help her get through this cruel world.
One day, she will have to harden up and face it, but was now the time? She had lost the two brothers she used to look up to, as well as getting memories that she forgot about. The poor girl was exhausted.
"Stop biting your tongue" a sharp voice caught my attention once again, but this time it wasn't Thomas. Thomas had helped us all those years when Rylie and Francesco weren't there, and Shane couldn't be found.
"I can't feel it" I scoffed in response. It was true, I had lost most of my feeling when my parents died, not like I could feel anything other than pain back then. I wasn't even sure what grief was back then.
"Come with me then" he brought me back to himself once again. "I am not going on a stupid walk" I retorted. I hated walks. "We aren't going for a walk" a hand then found its way to my wrist, pulling me up. I finally looked up to the person, noticing that it was Francesco.
He didn't let go of my wrist, rather dragging me to the back door of the house, exposing my eyes to a bright light. I hadn't even seen the entire house, let alone the outside. "How does being the first one to see the horses sound?" he questioned, finally letting go of my wrist.
I still didn't feel in full control of my mind nor body, but I followed him down to the stables, awing at the size of it.
Geez, they clearly worked their asses off just to purchase this house, let alone the stables. "Fuck sake" I muttered; my attention drawn to a chestnut horse. "There is one for everyone" Fran walked towards the horse that had grabbed my attention.
