The things we never had

Chapter 4

 Due to some legal reasons, we couldn't be alone with our parents until they had passed a test, so it was just the three of us at first. Then Charlotte wanted to come with us—can't blame her, our vibes are top-tier. Naturally, Alexander joined us, and then Christian tagged along, using his usual excuse I could only presume, "I'm the oldest," which was valid.

I nudged Will and teased, "You won't be able to get away with that one anymore." He smirked and replied, "I'll find another way, don't worry."

As I watched the other car drive ahead of us, I realized that, to anyone else, it was just a normal car. But to me, it was filled with my new brothers, and for some reason, that made my heart tingle. Not knowing them, and the weirdness of returning to a place that should have been familiar but wasn't, was unsettling—especially for Will. They knew him and me, but we didn't know them. It must be strange for Will—he doesn't actually remember any of them.

Amy got mad, though I don't even know why. She was always like that. You could just breathe, and she'd hate you. She'd hate you so much that she'd push you down the stairs at ten years old, and you'd hit your head so hard that you got permanent amnesia. I've asked Will about it, but he knows nothing. He says it's like he didn't exist before the hospital. Some people's memories come back over time, or in bits and pieces through dreams, but Will's got nothing. It's like the first ten years of his life never happened. He still knows how to count and do basic things, but there are no memories—like they never existed.

I can only imagine what that's like for him. I was only two or so when it happened, so they didn't have a deep relationship with me—I could probably barely speak. But Will was ten. He had his own relationships with each of them, their inside jokes and memories—poof, all gone, just like that.

"Will, I haven't seen you since you were 10," Charlotte said, turning around to look at him. "You look so grown up, my baby."

"Thanks," he replied with a smile.

Charlotte,  curiously, then asked, "So, how's life been? Any girlfriends or boyfriends?"

"Girlfriends," he confirmed, before adding softly, "And she, um, died about a year back."

"Oh no," Charlotte responded with genuine concern, a tone I wasn't used to hearing from anyone. It felt strange, unsettling even, " How did she die, if you don't mind me asking?"

"An incident," Will replied, his voice careful and controlled. Charlotte could sense that he didn't want to delve into it, so she simply nodded, respecting his need for privacy.

Just as Charlotte opened her mouth to say something else, Alexander interrupted, "Sorry, but we're here."

I looked outside the window, and—holy fucking shit.

----A.N this is from the backgarden perspective  so you cant really see the driveway but its there x---

We got out of the car, and my jaw nearly dropped—the house was massive.