This story will be about a girl who's 17 who has a brother who's 20 and he's very protective over her. She has to move in with him and his roommate/ bestie after living with her mother who passed away from having an illness she could no longer fight...
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I woke up at 1pm the next day, my head was pounding. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Ew
I sigh and get an outfit out to wear for all day. I decided on leggings and a black crop top with a white hoodie over the top And my hair in a low ponytail. Once I got my outfit I went to the bathroom and had a shower and got dressed and did my skin care.
I then walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with my head in one of my hands while in the other was my phone, I was scrolling through social media.
My brother wasn't up yet. He's going to be dead today for sure. I heard someone walk into the kitchen and see Carson in just joggers and no shirt. I look away trying not to make it obvious that I was staring at him and went back onto my phone. "Oh hey, didn't think you'd be up yet" he says quietly while walking over with a glass of orange juice.
"Me neither but here I am. Did I do anything stupid last night?" I ask him, he looks at me and stares for a few seconds making me get nervous then he shakes his head no. I sigh in relief and slouch down on the sofa.
"We need to talk though Kayla" he says seriously. Making me sit up straight and look right at him with worry. "What is it?" I ask quickly. "I saw your thigh again" he tells me. I look away from him and sigh. "Oh" I didn't know what to say or do.
"I want you to talk to someone, me maybe" he suggests making me laugh. He looks at me with a frown. Making me stop laughing. "Why would I talk to you when you don't even give a shit about me" I say seriously. He looks up at me and begins to walk away.
"See that's exactly what I mean. You either are a bitch or walk away and leave me" I say annoyed. He looks at me and chuckles a little making me confused. "You think I don't care about you? Who told you that" he says angry. I stare at him. "Your words did" I say slowly noticing his face looked hurt. "What about my actions, you don't even fucking remember them Kayla!" He shouts. Making me jump a little. He then leaves the room.
I walk to my room and slam the door and sigh. Wtf is he on about? What actions?
THINK.
THINK. KAYLA. THINK.
I can't, I have no clue. Why can't he tell me.
I stay in my room for a while listening to music. My favourite song is heart broken by Jessie murph. I listen to this song on repeat.
Once I was done with music I noticed a message from Troy. I go to our messages.
Troy: hey Kayla, I wanted to talk to you about something.
