I slept on Kale's cold hard floor in front of the fireplace, and as my eyes slowly peeled open my body shivered from the chill in the room. The fire had blown out overnight and since the air conditioner in the house was on it was cold in here.
I squeezed my eyes shut trying to hold back my tears because every time I woke up my thoughts go right to them. I felt like I was drowning in my pain and sadness. No matter how violently I tried to push myself to the surface I just kept sinking further down into the darkness that was them.
That's how this depression felt. But I had no one to save me. No one to pull me out so I could breathe again.
This house wasn't as beautiful as it once was.
It use to shine with elegance and beauty but now it was just dark and gloomy since they left.As I laid on the hard floor my thoughts went to my friends. I think it's been long enough that I have been away because I was craving human interaction. I need to talk to someone else besides myself and screaming at the house. I do not want to continue to live like this but I'm not sure what to do. I don't wanna pretend to be happy when I am not happy. I don't wanna smile and act like everything's okay inside to my friends when I know I feel like a fire is burning in the pit of my stomach.
I wanna be intensely, genuinely happy. I wanna smile and know that I don't have any worries, so to do that I simply have to completely let Kale and Kingsley go. And I don't know if I want to do that, I don't know if I can do that when we are Mates, bonded for life.
I fell in love with them. They changed my life, they were everything to me. They are everything that I ever wanted.
I finally decided to stand up from the floor and go freshen up. I walked out of Kale's room and glanced around the long hallway. I peered over the railing that hovered over the stairs. Flashbacks of Kingsley walking out the door made me walk faster to my bedroom. I shook my head and put my cell phone on the charger. I decided to shower and wash my hair. Continue to take care of my body. I should of never stopped.
I shaved, washed my hair and felt a little lighter inside just by cleaning myself. My room was still a mess so i chose to pick out some grey Nike shorts and a shirt and went to the kitchen to try to eat something.
I made a scrambled egg, sliced a banana for a side and poured orange juice in a glass. I sat at the marble island and scrolled through my missed phone calls. I wasn't surprised to see Ashton, Taylor, Grace and Collin's names over and over. It felt good inside knowing that they all cared so much about me. I felt so lucky to have them, I came to that school and they excepted me with open arms as their friend.
I saw that I had a voice mail but I wasn't gonna check that yet so then I went to my text messages.
I had unread group messages, and tons of texts from all of them. A deep sigh left my lips as I tiled my head back to look at the ceiling. I missed them dearly, but I don't think I was ready to face them yet. Certainly they were gonna ask me questions about where I've been and why I haven't been in touch since school, I do not know what Im gonna say to them.
I have missed an entire month of school and even though summer was approaching in a few more weeks I wondered if I was even going to pass my grade.
After minutes of contemplating calling my friends I hurriedly went to Taylor's text messages and opened them. I typed out my message and took another deep breath. It was time to talk, my friends were the best thing out of this entire situation. I owed them answers, they might not get the full truth but I had to tell them something.
I had to be sitting in my thoughts for a while now because I now heard knocking echoing throughout the house. I turned from the chair and stood on my feet, my knees started to feel weak on my way to the door. I swallowed back my fear and continued forward down the hall until I was staring at the front door.
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