Memories

Chapter 19

There was someone in my house, standing their, and calling me a thief?

"What?" I yell at her.

"Thiieefff!" She yells again. She looks around, and then she looks at me.

"You're the thief!" I yell at her.

I don't know what she was thinking, but she lunges at me.

She claws at my face, and somehow we end up on the floor.

I'm on top of her, and she's struggling to get out from underneath me.

"What is happening here!"

We both look at the stairs, and i see my brother standing there. Behind him is father and mother.

I get off her, and she stands up, giving me dirty looks.

"He came through the window, and was trying to steal something!" She screamed.

"What do you keep calling me a thief, when this is my house!" I yell at her.

She stares at me, with a "what are you saying you crazy boozo" expression.

"What?" She asks.

"Yeah, MY house!" I yell, again.

" Well then,why did you come through the window?" She asked, her arms crossed, and her eyes glaring at me.

Who was she to be asking me these questions anyway.

"Oh Yeah! Well who are you?" I ask her, moving closer and looking down at her.

Rachel's POV
How dare he!

Who was he to be asking me these questions, and know one was helping either!

I look at kyle, and see he's glaring at me.

"He's my son!" Kyle's mother comes down the stairs and stands by her "son".

I stare at them, and then look at Kyle.

Her son?

"Well why didn't you tell me ealier!" i blow up.

Wrong move.

"Ugh, How dare you, you peasant, you low class, you cheap..."

Kyle grabbed me by the are and dragged me up the stairs.

I could still hear her voice from downstairs.

He opens the door to his room, and slams it shut behind us.

He let's go of my arm, and now I'm standing in front of him.

I can tell that he's mad, as in M.A.D.

Kyle's POV
When i went down the stairs, Dylan was on top of her, and she was underneath him.

How did she even get there?

I run a hand through my tangled hair, and look up at her.

"Why were you down there?" I asked her, and she looked up to me, and through me a glare.

"Water." She answered me with steel in her voice.

Rachel's POV
He was seriously doubting me!

He was asking me why i was down there. I mean it's not a big deal.

He's just doubting me!

"Why didn't you tell me you had a brother?" I ask him.

"It doesn't concern you." He replied harshly.

"What?" i ask. Is he seriously doing this, again.

"Nothing about my family concerns you!" He yells at me.

I feel the tears sting in my eyes.

"Are you seriously doing this, after all that happened?" I asked.

I felt like he would apologize. I felt like he would hold me close and apologize for blowing up on me.

"What?" He asked angrily.

" I thought..." I could feel the tears stinging, threatening to fall over.

"Well you thought wrong!" He yelled at me.

I pushed him aside, and ran out.

How could he, i am so stupid!

My vision was blury, my heart was hammering in my chest, and I was losing focus.

How could this get any worse?

Before i knew it, i had landed on the floor.

"Ow!" I got up, and stared at the guy from before.

Great i just had to ask, right?

"Oh I'm sorry," he looked up and his expression changed," oh, it's just you." He said plainly.

"Move!" I say, he stares at me,and i feel like he's going to say something, but doesn't.

Just as i was about to pass him, he grabs me by the wrist, and takes me to some room.

"Hey!! Wait!! What are you doing?" I ask him.

Kyle's POV
I shouldn't have yelled at her like that.

It wasn't her fault, but what was i sopposed to tell her.

Oh, the guy you were all tangled up with, is my fucking step brother!

Yes step brother, my mother had an affair in London, and then he was born.

I was only 3 then. So yeah.

I don't want to tell her that.

I don't want to see pity in her eyes for me.

Earlier when I saw her cry, i wanted to take something and break it.

I wanted to hurt the person who had made he cry.

I wanted to do so much, and yet did so little.

And then yelling at her.

I want to trust her, i want her to trust me.

I want her to fall in love with me.