Act Like A Family

~Chapter Eight~

**Two Weeks Later**

I'm debating on if the jump from my bedroom window could be fatal.

I'm kidding!

But...yeah everything hasn't really unfolded the way I expected it to have by now.

So, if I've been counting days correctly I should be beginning school in around half a month. See how I used should?

Because I'm not going.

My father and their mother decided they wanted to spend more time together. Like nearly three months wasn't fucking long enough, they wanted to stack on two more.

I argued, but clearly lost.

Two more months I got to spend getting the cold shoulder from the twins.

And I'm serious when I say cold shoulder. Most of the time it's just us in the house because our parents are out and about.

I'd walk into the kitchen where they were, and they'd grab their things and leave.

I'd walk into the living room, they'd leave.

I could simply pass a room they are in and they're going to evaporate.

It was like I was covered in Les Twins repellent.

With no one to talk to, and Triston too busy filling out for classes to call me, I spend most of my time up in my room.

Where else am I going to go?

The regret from the fight has faded is being replaced with annoyance.

Was he seriously going to carry this out for two more months? Ignoring me and such.

I know though, that he's been attempting to get a rise out of me.

They'd go out and not come back until very late at night, and once Larry didn't even return until the following morning.

He had a nice story for Laurent though, I could hear them laughing all that day about it.

It was weird, when the thought of him sleeping with someone else popped into mind, I felt jealous. Then I remembered how this fight began.

I can't feel jealous.

Not now.

I could though, get an explanation. As ballsy as I act...I'm not willing to confront Larry with his guard dog.

They are brothers, and I did not want to get into a argument with the two of them.

I had a plan though, to get Larry alone...maybe.

They were downstairs at the moment, and I was thinking maybe if I snuck over to their room and took something of his, he'd come looking for it.

Yeah, there was the probability of Laurent coming in and retrieving it for his brother, but we'll put that thought off.

I stepped out through my doorway and peered down the hall towards the stairs.

I could hear the Tv and little mumbles.

I walked softly across the floor and stopped at their door, grabbing the knob. It was odd, but I've never been in their room before.

I twisted and pushed, the smell of man body spray and deodorant hit me first.

I'm not going to lie, it's a calming smell.

Their room was hellish. Clothes strewn around over the two twin beds on either side of the room along with shoes, backpacks and hats.