Skylar Miller was only ten years old when everything began to fall apart. First, it was the quiet disappearances-one sibling at a time-until only three of her siblings remained in her life. Then came the accident, a day that left her with more than...
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| Skylar Miller |
"I had always wished for a big sister. A big sister that cared enough to let me share her clothes, or to share makeup. We could talk about boys together, and go to the beach. But no, my sister would rather spit in my face and slam a door in my face, than willingly hang out with me"
Somehow, I had been roped into cleaning Summer's mess. She had gone over to the Martinez's house after everyone had been cleared out of the party, climbing into bed with her boyfriend. I had been lying on my back with Oliver, as we talked until ungodly hours, before he fell asleep. I then crawled out of the bed, and laid on the mattress we had pulled out on the floor, for me to sleep on.
I had slept at their house, more times than I could count in the last few weeks, than I had in my entire life. "Hey, anyone home?" I was in the kitchen, glove-covered hands holding a trash bag in one and an empty beer bottle in the other. I didn't stop what I was doing, throwing everything out into the bag, as someone entered the room.
I knew who it was. Jay was upstairs cleaning the bedrooms, while Luke was in the living room doing whatever needed to be done in there. Noah had been here in the morning, but he had to head out and get some cleaning supplies, while Riley was wherever Riley preferred to be on the weekends, which if I didn't have to be here either, I wouldn't.
Shane had gone to get some food, as Summer had cleared the fridge out for all her drinks, which had spilled all throughout the fridge, meaning I would be scrubbing for days, due to the residue it had left. Grayson hadn't been around for a few days now, so I wasn't worried. George was out in the backyard, doing final checks, before he was actually going to maintain the yard.
It took some relief off Noah and Luke not having to mow the lawn and make sure the flower beds were still intact, even though they never grew any flowers. The person then entered, carrying a bag of food, as I glanced up at the person. Music was filtered throughout the house, playing on a speaking in the dining room that was connected to the kitchen, so I just nodded to the person.
It wasn't even midday yet, and I was already over today. The only reason I was here, was because Oliver was stuck practicing some football with one of his brothers, before they were going back to college. I was invited, but I didn't want to impose, plus, I wasn't feeling up to running around. I had been feeling more run down these last few days, so cleaning was the next best thing I was roped into.
If Luke and Noah had to take part in it, I guess I had to as well. We were a team, and I wasn't going to let them be on their own. "We brought you guys some food, after hearing that you got roped into cleaning Summer's mess. We also came to help out" I never thought I would say this, but for some reason, seeing the twins with food, was one of the happiest moments I had had all day.
I dropped the bag, before I slowly made my way over to Blake, and wrapped a small arm around his torso, as he placed the bag of food onto the half-cleared kitchen counter, before wrapping an arm around me. I joined my other arm around the front of his torso, feeling like I was making great steps forward, in opening my circle of people that I let touch me after what I had been through.
