A Cold December

2.You're My WHAT?!?!?!?!? (TRIGGER WARNING!!!)

As the plane touches down on the runway I open my eyes ever so slightly and see the sun and heat waves. being that i had only ever lived in northernmost Ireland my eyes were feasting upon the sights they beheld, cities and palm trees were all there looking extremely inviting, but knowing who lived here among them made my stomach churn. When we stop (idk I've never been on a plane) I grab my guitar and my carry-ons and follow an over loaded businessman off of the plane and head to baggage claim, surprisingly it was sunrise and cant help but think of a time my ex-boyfriend Evan had been to Florida for a vacation. I now look over and see Phil standing beside me, hood still up and face as invisible possible and mumbling to himself.

"Phil?", I ask slightly worried

"Yes Violette?", he replies calm as ever.

"You ok?", i question.

"Yeah, I'm just worried about something that I have to do today.", he answers coolly

"Alright then." I respond softly and walk to a curb and flag down a cab. I give the cabbie the address and pay him, putting on a fake smile and pretend to be exited to be staying with my parents. As the cab pulls up to the large house I wonder what they are like. I walk up the path to the door and knock, several seconds later a nice looking blonde woman comes to the door and smiles because she must recognise me

"Violette! It's so nice to see you darling" she says happily

"Hello mum!" I reply and hug her still acting excited

"Come in honey, suppers almost ready!" she exclaims while running to the kitchen.

I walk in not sure what to expect but I see two raven haired men watching football (soccer) on a couch in a large room. I set down my bags and decide it would be best to interrupt their match.

"Hello!" I say startling them both, when they turn around I see none other than Phil Lester and the man whom is apparently my father.

"Violette? You're my sister?" Phil states in confusion while i stand in shock, mouth agape.

"HOLY SHIT HOW THE FRIDGE DO YOU KNOW ME?!?!" I scream.

"I sat next to you on the plane here, don't you remember?" he says.

"That was not you, I'm pretty sure I'd recognize my favorite youtuber from a mile away!" I yell exasperated.

"Clearly not. I believe you also slept on my shoulder." he chuckles

"Well I guess so, but let's start over." I say holding out my hand

"Alright then. Hello! My name is Phil!" he exclaims and engulfs me in a hug.

"Okay then, hello I'm Violette!" I giggle and pat him on the back

"Phil...can't...breathe" I strain and attempt to break from his hug. Our father clears his throat in an attempt to steal me away from phil.

"Sorry Dad" Phil mutters ashamed

"Oh its quite fine son!" our father says (what are Phil's parents names?) and pulls me into an uncomfortable hug.

"Hello sweetheart!" he almost yells. But how can people who are so nice give up a child?

"Dinner is ready!" mum hollers from the dining room.

"FOOD!" I scream and jump over various items to where the food was, chicken and rice! My favorite! I sit next to Phil and across from mum. I immediately went for the chicken, it was amazing.

"So Phillip already told us about you, not knowing you were his sister of course." mum blurted out

"Oh, ok then." I say feeling obliged to answer

"Dan wants to know what music you like, he says you don't need to answer if you don't want." Phil says

"Umm... I like My Chemical Romance, All Time Low, Pierce The Veil, Of Mice and Men, Sleeping With Sirens, and Halsey." as i list off the names of the bands i can't help but wonder why Dan would want to know what music i like. Oh well I guess even though I'm just a useless twenty-something he might actually wanna know...oh who am i kidding, nobody cares. I think and stand up I mutter "excuse me" and go to the bathroom and pull out my little friend mr. razor and press his shap edge against my pale skin and drag him along my arm, I repeat this three times cause a few of my other scars to rip.

"Shit!" I whisper-yell and grab a wad of toilet paper and sop up most of the blood, as not to get blood everywhere and go back down to dinner putting on my black hoodie.