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Xander's POV:
After calling social services ensuring Emma is fired. I returned to Winter's room where the boys are still attempting to put curtains up.
"This goes through the curtain you idiot!" Trevor yells while simultaniously slapping Tony on the side of the head.
"Would the two of you stop arguing and put it down. You two can put her bed frame together while I do the curtains." Jackson scolds and instructs the twins.
"Boys." They all turn to look, having not noticing my return. " She's in hospice. Two of you will go and stay with her, while one will stay and help with business and setting up her room." I explain surprisingly holding their undivided attention.
"Now what is all this noise about the curtains?" Tony and Trevor both look away with sheepish smiles mumbling nothing coherent and they both both quickly to work on the bedframe.
I walk over to Jackson. He's chuckling at the twins. " Those two I swear are undescribingly excited about Winters' return. I almost want to say more than me." He tells me gaze still fixated on them. I nod in agreement with a slight chuckle myself at the thought.
"How are you by the way?" I direct my questioning gaze to my brother, waiting for his response. "I'm happy and I'm not the one you should be asking." He says looking at me. " You're the one who took it the hardest when they left. Not me." He states Luke he's in some business meeting. Daring me to deny it. "IF I remember correctly you wouldn't leave this room for 6 months because her smell was still here," "You wouldn't even leave to eat. Dad had to break the biggest rule of the house and left you eat in here or else you would go hungry for days." Tony started and Trevor finishing his statement.
I glare at them all, " No. Now get back to work. Jackson, you and Trevor will go together to stay with Winter and help her pack. You'll fly back with her once she can come home." With that I walk out ignoring Tony whinning about wanting to go too.
Winters' POV :
Tired.
I'm so tired. Why do I always panic and try to leave? It always ends in being sedated. Surely by now I would know better.
Why is it always me?
Because you're a stupid bitch!
You're useless! You deserve it!
No
I tell my inner thoughts. Not truly believing myself. It usually is my fault and I always learn that through the beating I receive the second I'm inside the closed door of the house I am forced to live in.
Tina walks up to the bed moticing I'm awake. "Penny for your thoughts?" Grabbing my hand, she sits in the chair next to the hospital bed. Shaking my head to clear my head from the discusting thoughts running through my brain, I look at her confused. "Why?" She looks at me confused so I elaborate. " Why? Why do you care? It's not like y-you'll be be here tomorrow." I stumble over my words as I realize just how truthful my own words are. Now saddened further than I already was because of the reality. I mentally remind myself not to let people in and put bigger and tougher walls up to protect myself before I get hurt again.
