Differences

Chapter 5 - Alaina

Time to pack and move!!!

Another chapter!! Again, it is pretty long but it'll mean a lot if you read to the end ❤

Warning: mentions of abuse from parent, and child neglect is written in this chapter.

Please read what is comfortable for you

Enjoy your reading time💜

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I am by no means a messy person, but looking around my room I realise that may not be the case anymore. Clothes were scattered precariously around my room, and I could barely see the floors. I never knew packing to move out required so much brain power as well as physical strain.

I was used to the physical stress, training at the brick of dawn so that I could train without anyone bothering me and the freedom I had being able to have space and time for myself was a satisfaction I felt that I couldn't quite explain.

But I don't know if I would be able to continue my routine when I move in.

I don't know their schedule, I don't know what their house looks like, I don't know how many people lives in their house and the uncertainty of not knowing what I am about to get myself into made knots in my stomach that I was unsure if I was able to untie.

Living in this house isn't exactly comforting either though. I don't really have any moment to relax.

I don't know when I am forced to go on a mission, I don't know when my father is feeling exceptionally moody and needs someone to take that on, and I never know whether if I would be able to get outside the next day or if I have to confine myself in my room and tend to the bruises, wounds or in extreme cases fractured and broken bones.

I've learned to become highly knowledgeable about anatomy and physiology, as well as first aid. First, it was out interest, something I learned in my free time because it fascinated me,

but now, it was for survival.

I assumed this knowledge would still be useful regardless of me moving out. There was no doubt that the Taylor's would take out their anger and frustration on me too. I was an outsider that they don't particularly want to welcome. I was an eyesore, someone they need to be weary of, someone they can use for their convenience and maybe someone they can put the blame on when things go down hill.

Whatever the case, I had to prepare for it.

That was the usual expectation from me, and I have fulfilled that job quite well. But apparently trying to pack my clothes, books, and other clitter clatter I have accumulated in the past 24 years, into two suitcases and two boxes, was not something I was good at.

I was folding my clothes using the hack I saw on the internet to make it more compact, when I herd the soft thrum of my sister's wheelchair coming towards my bedroom door. When I turned to face my bedroom door, she was already there.

"It's a mess in here," Lily comments

"Yup, can't decide what to bring and what to throw out. I didn't know I had so many things," I reply.

"And here I thought you were the cleanest one out of all of us. I literally thought your room resembled a hospital. Clearly not," she states sarcasm thick.

"Yea, I guess so." I reply, then blurting out, "Hey, no one's . . . no one's bothering you at school right?" I ask, uncertainty and hesitation clinging to my voice

"No. Not after the stunt you pulled. If I had lost friends I may have hated you but it actually helped me gain friends and that idiot is now not in my face, so, thanks for that Ally," she says honestly.

I smiled, she was always a bright thing. 

"Your welcome," I reply, but she has no idea to the extent I went on impulse. My siblings meant a lot to me. They were pretty much the only reason I didn't want to leave this household. I feared if I left, one of them may have to take on my role of the family of being the punching bag and the thought brought shivers to spread throughout my body.

But they were all loved by my parents dearly.

Unlike me.

Leon was everyone's favourite as the only boy among us, he's always the calm and collected one, perfect qualities for being the next heir.

Daniella is father's real favourite, she's pretty, witty and everything perfect for my father, while Lily is mother's favourite.

Lily's the computer genius among us. How she is able to hack into everything and anything with minimal effort, I couldn't tell you. I can't count the number of times she saved my life by opening those stupid thick computerised doors (without telling my father of course) in a matter of seconds. And my mother adores her. I think she likes being able to tend to Lily and actually taking on the mother role when she unable to, for the twins, Leon and Daniella and myself. But for me that was because,

I was a mistake.

They didn't intend on having me, but they kept me thinking I may be able to take on the role as the heir. They thought I was a boy, but to their disappointment, I was a girl. Nowadays it doesn't matter so much whether a boy or a girl becomes the don, but having a family with conservative morals and beliefs makes that impossible.

They even left me at one point.

"You're leaving tomorrow right?" Lily questions, and I almost forgot she was still there.

"Yea," I flatly reply.

"I'll miss you," she shares, and I know she was telling me the truth. Her words brought so much warmth from within and I felt like I was melting.

"You'll call me when you need me yea?" I question

"Yea," she replies but I'm not so sure if she will.

"Good. Then I'll get back in an attempt to reorganise this mess," I state as I wave my hand around my room.

"Yea, seems like that is the hardest mission you'll ever have," she says, and she was partially right.

"Honestly," I say not knowing what else to say.

And with that, the soft thrum of her wheelchair began again, and she zoomed away from my bedroom door to somewhere further down the corridor and I was once again left alone to finish off mission impossible.