Skylar Miller was only ten years old when everything began to fall apart. First, it was the quiet disappearances-one sibling at a time-until only three of her siblings remained in her life. Then came the accident, a day that left her with more than...
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| Skylar Miller |
"I've always known, that you fake things. I have known for years. The empty Instagram posts, said it all. But, as the years went on, I forgot what was real and what wasn't. It all meddled in together, and in truth, I grew tired. I grew exhausted of you"
One thing, about Luke, is he can cook a mean meal. Whether it be a rival of a 5 star restaurant meal or a 5-tierd cake, my brother could do it. He was a quiet achiever about it, but it was what made him, him. I stood beside him, taking in every ingredient that he put in, and doing as he asked. He grew frustrated at times, especially with Noah sitting across the table, with a facetime on to the twins, he never lasted long against us.
He broke, smiling even as he was huffing and puffing about the mess we were creating, he still sighed. After I had been sitting with Jay for long enough, I had come inside, craving to lock myself in my bedroom, but Noah had gently grabbed me by the arm, and walked me back to the kitchen with him, even as I protested, and I ended up at Luke's side.
He bumped his hip with mine, and as I looked to him, he gestured towards Noah's phone, and I looked, seeing the twins pulling funny faces, before they say me looking. "Took you long enough" Brayden murmurs, and I laugh, before hiding my face in Luke's sleeve, and he literally jumps away from me. "Eww, she just put her snot on me!" he literally shrieks, as I begin to chase him around the room, with dough covered hands.
Yes, we were making cookies, or at least that was occurring during all of this. I round the table, finding catching my brother off guard as he had stopped to talk to the twins, and grab him from behind, plastering dough all over his jumper. I can feel him tense, but he does not push me away. I make sure to full cover the front of his jumper as much as possible.
Noah takes this as a split moment to take a photo of the two of us, my arms wrapped around Luke as I am sure he is frowning or brooding, while I am laughing slightly, my head pressed against his back, as my arms are tightly wrapped around my brothers torso. It is the happiest I have felt in months. It is just the three of us, talking to the twins as if they were in the room with us. This is family too me. This is my family.
Luke finally demands that I wash my hands, as he discards his jumper, before we are right back into baking the cookies. And when I mean we, I mean Luke. He has kicked me out, to get the cookies finally finished, and the twins are asking questions. "Sky, Noah has kept me updated, but I wanted to ask, how have you been? I know what happened, and I do not want to press you, but you are my little sister. I want to hear from you" Blake is now fully in the screen, looking at me.
He is looking at me, not Noah. He is focusing on me, and only me. He sees me. I nod my head, and swallow. I knew they would find out. "I'm feeling better. It's just hard, without the two of you here, and dealing with her" I could not bring myself to say her name, and even saying her, made my voice break over the word. I felt selfish, for being like this, but I was sick to my stomach at the thought of her. I was scared of what she could do.
