Chapter 21

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"Are you two about to fight or can I make a sandwich?" Leo came in looking at the both of us.

I turned my head to his direction and pursed my lips. "Nah you're good" Liam responded.

"I'm going to my room" I mumbled and walked out.

Leo's pov:

"What is up with her?" Liam asked once Baby left the kitchen.

"What do you mean?" I said and opened the fridge. I grabbed some ham and cheese and placed them on the counter. "No shit she's acting weird, yesterday was hectic for her"

"No, not that. Ever since dad came back she's been acting weird. She's always a pain in the ass and talks back and shit, now she's just, I don't know not herself" When he mentioned it I thought about it, he's right. Baby is never the one to back off and be acting like she's weak, she never shuts up about anything.

"Shit, yeah fuck" I sighed "Do you think something happened? I mean the bruises and shit, maybe someone in school did it?" The thought of someone hurting her made me angry, I need to figure out who the fuck hurts her.

"I don't know bro, she flinched and thought I was going to hit her, she's just acting off" Liam shook his head and leaned against the wall.

"Is there any possibility that we can keep an eye on her all the time?" I asked and built my sandwich.

"Nah bro, how the hell would we do that?" He shook his head.

"I swear to god I will figure this shit out" I mumble and took a bite of the sandwich.

Baby's pov:

I hate this, this is not me. Why do I let dad get into my head, I hope he dies. I hate him!

Fuck it, I'll just forget it

But I can't, he hurt me too bad

Not just physically but mentally, he hated me and that hurt more than any punch.

I stared at the wall, just thinking when I got a message from Syd. She asked if I was alright, I just answered with a simple yes and a heart.

It's not that I don't want her to know, I just don't want her or anyone else to worry about me because I can handle it on my own.

Or I think I can, I mean maybe not in the best way but still. If mom didn't die and still be here nothing of this would have happened. I was so young when it happened but I still remember her, not how she looked but I remember her smell, her voice and her eyes. She looked at me in a special way, just like my brothers do. The look of love, real love.

God, my brothers... they would be miserable if they found out, about dad and about the cuts. I feel so ashamed and disgusted of myself.

Dad is leaving tomorrow, so it might get better after that but I still have to go to school. I need to be myself again, so he needs to get the hell out of here.

I stayed in my bed, scrolling through my phone until it was time for dinner. I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in" I said quietly.

Noah opened the door once again "Hey, it's time for dinner Tiny" he smiled.

"Yeah I'm coming, just going to the bathroom first" I answered and turned my phone off.

"Alright" He went back downstairs.

I got up and walked over to the bathroom, I washed my face with cold water to freshen up a bit. When I looked down at my right sock I noticed that it was blood stains on it. Fuck

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