Opia- ambiguous intensity making eye contact with somebody.
Windsor Malloy-
After a tragedy struck her family at the young age of ten, her whole world changed for the worse. Now at the age of 20 she's out of high school, and building herself a care...
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"Jared I don't care."
"Cmon Win please."
"I don't have time."
"We're coming over Saturday night."
"Dude I literally don't have the time."
"We're family make the time."
He hung up on me. He actually hung up on me. Rude much brother?
Jared is my older brother, he's twenty eight, so there's an eight year difference. We grew up with my parents until I was ten years old. He's the only blood family I have left.
Jared was working, my father was driving, my mother and older sister were belting it out to some song. A truck came and hit us from the side, I'm the only one who survived the accident. Torn ACL, broken leg and arm, burns on my arm. The scars always there to remind me.
Blinking away the memories that flash my mind, I think back to our phone call, planning my time wisely. If they come over Saturday night for dinner I have to have everything I need done, done by 4pm so I can cook and have them over. If I need to get this music finished and I have a session at the fire academy on Saturday I'll have to get up extra early to work on the music.
Letting out a breathe I write in my day planner what time I need to wake up and scribble in that Jared's family is coming over.
My lungs seize as I realize I should invite my dads too I haven't seen them in a while, I miss them. My dad's Reed and Corbin adopted me after Jared sent me away after the accident.
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"You can't let them take me, Jared! Please! Help me, you can't let them take me you can't leave me with them. Help me. Why don't you love me!" My shouts and pleas seem to fall on deaf ears.
The broken look on Jared's face as he watches them manhandling me to get me to the car breaks my heart. This is his fault though. I continue to scream, my words a mess as I sob begging for Jared to not do this.
"Jared you're supposed to be my brother you're all I have left, Jared."
My throat on fire and words breaking as he turns to the door, not glancing back until just before the big oak door to my childhood home closes, I see a tear roll down his cheek. The first time I've seen my brother cry since the accident. The first time I've ever seen my brother cry.
He's 18 why can't he just take care of me? He's already lost everyone else and now he chooses to lose me, I didn't get to be the one to decide who died that day, I wish it would've been me. Why couldn't he just take care of me.
He knocked up his girlfriend that's why. He doesn't want me a part of their life. He doesn't want me to ruin another family.
After this realization dawns across me I relax in the large arms of the men carrying me to the van. It can't be that bad right?
