Fighting Family

23

Weylyn's POV

I didn't like my room. It was bigger than the one back home at Mom's which was nice and it was warmer since the walls were thick and insulated which was also nice but it was lonely. Back at Mom's Axel and I would usually stay in his room. I had gone as far as to move my clothes and books into his room after Rowan started cornering me the second I left Axel's side.

I knew realistically that he wasn't a threat here; no one was, but I still missed being near my brother.

I hadn't spoken to him since he ratted me out to Callum and I hadn't spoken to Callum since he left to calm himself down. Meals have been awkward, to say the least. The night we fought Liam had bought pizza up to my room and gave me the option to eat alone. Now that a few days have passed, Ryder came to get me and dinner was eaten in silence. I huddled next to Ryder while Axel sat beside Jax and the second we were done eating both of us went to our separate rooms.

After spending almost every second of my life with Axel these past few weeks felt weird. Ever since we had come to live with Callum we had fought more than we had in our entire life and I didn't like it. The bed felt cold and even though it was the same size as the one at Mom's, it felt too big.

I huddled in the corner closest to the wall and stared at the empty space. I never put up any of the posters Callum got for us since I spent most of my time in Axel's room anyway and now the bland walls seemed to be mocking me.

I wanted to go home. I hated Rowan with every fiber of my body and Lily could be a huge bitch but they left before we did so home would be bearable again. At least Axel would be talking to me if we were back there. Not having food sucked and it was always either too hot or cold there since Mom never paid for anything and Lily wasn't there to take care of it anymore but all I really needed was Axel. We could figure out anything as long as we were together and not fighting.

A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts and I sighed.

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled against the pillow.

"It's Callum, can we talk for a second?" His voice was slightly muffled by the door and I groaned at the sound.

"If I tell you to go away will you?"

"Yes," he said, not hesitating for a second before answering. I bit the inside of my cheek as I glared at the door.

"Fine." I forced myself to sit up just as he walked through the door.

"Can I sit," he asked, gesturing to the foot of the bed. I nod and he sighs as he takes his place. It had been years since we had been in this position but it felt familiar and even though I was sure I was going to hate this conversation I had missed the closeness that came from them.

"I wanted to talk to you about the fight we had," he said, staring at the ground.

"I figured."

"And I'm going to try my hardest not to yell."

"I appreciate that."

"And we are going to have a simple conversation." I doubted that part but I knew better than to voice my thoughts this time. "So, do you want me to start or do you want to?" I don't answer and he sighs again. "I'll start then. It hurt my feelings when you didn't listen to the rules I put in place and then tried to hide it from me. It made me feel like you didn't care about what I said and were trying to push all of the blame onto Axel. Why didn't you just talk to me? If you felt like you were being treated unfairly then you could have told me and I would have explained why I did what I did and if you still didn't think it was fair then I could have come up with something else. This was not the solution."

"I didn't want to make it worse," I admitted as I looked away from him. "You were really mad before we talked about the punishment and you had finally calmed down when we talked and I didn't want to make you mad again by fighting you on it!"

"And how did that work out," he asked gently as he looked up at me. His eyes were sad but he tried his best to cover it with a smile.

I glared at him and he looked away.

"It didn't go as planned," I admit with a frown. "It would have been fine if Ryder hadn't bought the book."