Serena

11-Forgotten

The first one to hug him was Martha. "I missed you so much." She said, still holding him in her arms. "I missed you too mom." Ronan responded.

After their mother-son moment the guys bro hugged him. They talked about how boring it was without him here while I mentally rolled my eyes. It wasn't boring before but it sure will be now that he is here.

They laughed about something that Dean said when his eyes landed on me.

"Hi, Serena." He greeted me like everything was alright. It wasn't and I wasn't going to play his game.

I didn't say anything. I just grabbed my phone and started scrolling through my contacts. If he was going to be here then I had to get out.

"Don't be a brat and just greet him properly." Jason glared at me. I looked up from my phone and made eye contact with him.

"Don't tell me what to do." I said as I started going up to my room. I could still hear them saying what a brat I was and to not take me seriously.

It hurt. It wasn't the first time they took his side rather than mine but it still hurt like it was the first time.

I thought that they were changing. I really did. But they proved me wrong again.

I hate myself for hoping the opposite. I hate myself for hoping that they would just ask why I didn't like him.

I hate that they thought it was my fault that I distanced myself from Ronan. And I hate that they took his side without hearing mine.

Finally, I found the number I was looking for and without thinking it through I clicked on it. I tried calling it other times but she never picked up.

"Serena." A feminine voice was heard. It was a voice very familiar to me that I had longed to hear for a while now."Claire."

"What do you want?" She seemed annoyed like she couldn't care less for the reason I called. It stung but nonetheless I decided to speak.

"I need you."

"Why should I care?"

She was right. Why should she care? If the people that I grew up with didn't care if I was okay or not, why should others do?

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry for bothering you."

I hung up not waiting for her to answer. I don't think I could have listen to another rude response from her. Not now though. Too much was in my mind.

Was I that unbearable that no one cared to listen to me? To be there for me? Was I that bad of a person?

I mean if I was good then maybe my parents and my brothers wouldn't turn their back on me. Maybe what they said was true. Maybe what he said is true. Maybe I was the problem. Maybe I needed to change.

But aren't people you consider your family supposed to love you unconditionally? Aren't they supposed to love you just the way you are?

A million thoughts were running through my head. I needed them to stop. I needed the feeling of not being enough to stop. I needed the pain that I was feeling in my chest to stop. I wanted those feelings to go away. I needed those thoughts to go away.

And that's when I made my mind.

I dialled his number and I waited for him to pick up.

"Serena?"

"Where are you?"

***

The music shot through my ears as soon as I stepped inside. People were dancing and playing games with friends while some others were just enjoying their drink alone.