A Family of Her Own: A story of overcoming
trauma, healing, and renewing broken bonds.
Oaklynn Marino, a 17 year old girl, grew up in a state of hurt, famine, and poverty. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever. Back in her b...
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Ding
I took my phone out of my sweatpants pocket as it buzzed
Jasper: We got Oaklynn we're on our way home.
Grayson: Ok.
Jasper: Love you littlest bro.
I liked the message. Jasper loved calling us younger three by lil (Malakai), littler (Adrian), and littlest (me). I was still pissed off though, but under that cover I knew I was excited to meet my twin.
My twin. I will never get used to saying or thinking that. I heard a knock on my door, and Adrian walked in.
"Hey, me and Malakai wanted to get Oaklynn's room ready. Wanna help?" I nodded my head at Adrian's question.
"Alright, it's in between your room and Jasper's room." I nodded again, heading into her room.
Malakai was already hard at work assembling a bed. I checked in the bathroom that was connected to her room. I decided to leave that be and to start assembling the nightstands that we ordered earlier this morning. Between the three of us, we got done pretty quickly.
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I wiped the sweat from my forehead. "I'm gonna go get a drink." I mumbled walking away
In the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed a water. A million thoughts swirled through my mind at the speed of light.
Why did my brothers keep this from me? Am I too immature? Too stupid? Too wreckless? Too unpredictable? Will Oaklynn even like me? Is she okay?
I threw up the water that I just drank into the sink. I always throw up if I get myself too worked up. I splashed my face with the cold running water and leaned over the sink with my hands at the sides. My breathing was heavy, and I felt a hand on my back, rubbing circles. I knew it was Malakai.
He was the first one I told about my anxiety and panic attacks. I was pretty much forced to when he walked in on me having an attack in my room when I failed my test, scared of what Archer would say to me. But, he always gave me space while still managing to calm me down, and he always let me tell him what was bothering me in my own time.
