𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓀𝓎 ℊ𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈.

♫︎Cant be true.♫︎

  

𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦𝑒𝑟.

"mom please no-"  In the distance I hear my mother and brother fighting in the background ( Tipical).

"Mom you cant do this to us please-"

I hear brother's voice raging almost as if he's sad with tears in the back of his throat, 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.....𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑤? 
As it gets louder and louder I head down to see what all this yellings about sense i'm trying to focus on my homework.

half way down the stairs I got a glimps on my brother and mother both crying, woriedly befor the next step i stop to listento try and get an idea of whats happening.

"Please mom we have lives in spain we-we can't just-"

He was cut off by my presence walking down the next steps, there still crying 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔?
"Mom?...Deago? whats all the yelling about im trying to finnish homework whats happing?"

They look at me with red eyes from crying. Right there and then i knew it was serious. This was not your Tipical fight but something diffrent, but what what could make them like this.

"MOM IS TRYING MAKE IS MOVE TO FUCKING PORTUGAL ARORA DO SOMETHING GOD DAMN IT-" Moving? portugal? what is he talking about what is happing. What does he mean?
"mom what is he talking about." I say needing an answer, needing many answers. Millions of thought go through my head right there and then. 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒...

"Your ummm....fathers business has spred world wide and we need to move to portugal for the income and your carrier, we will talk about this later b-but please understand guys.."

the room was filled with hot silence, Almost deadly silence, Sickening silence, Silence no one wants to hear. with Evey word, Letter, sentence, I get sicker and sicker wanting to throw up from shock.
why now? I may never know for sure but this is somthing new. I look at my brother sitting up against the wall with his knees against his chest. His head turned to get a glimps of me. His blood shot eyes filled with hatered and confusion. Never in the 14 years of my life have i seen my brother cry. I dont think ill ever get over the way he looked at me.

"𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆,This can't be true please tell me t-this is a joke."
My mothers blue eyes look at me with saddness. She shakes her head with hot tears streaming down her face while walking away. Now standing on the cold marbel floor with my mom walking away with disaproval.
never in my life have i felt so alone I look at my brother walking over to me towering over me grabing my chin to make myself look at him.

"T-this is on you. God I fucking hate you." As he said that he grabed my arm with power and force wanting to hurt me. His hot tears falling upon my face as he lets go of my face next thing I know Im on the ground.
now having a sharp pain on my cheeck, with instinct I touch my face to weez the pain when i let go.

Blood.. blood..𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑....?

having my hand in front of my face I look upon my brother now knowing what he had just done. "WHAT DID Y-You do too me what did i d-"

Getting cut off i see my brothers foot lifting the air to kick me next thing i know my father comes out of know where and pins my brother against the wall. "Up stairst now." my father says too my with a emotionlees face. As his command I go up stairs looking back to see my mother walking after me. I simply shake my head and turn tords the stairs running to my bathroom. As i enter my room i lock my door making sure no one comes in. I grab the supplies and walk over to my body mirror sitting on the ground adding a cream to my face. My hole cheeck coverd in blood. He sure did hit me good i cant deny that. When I was done disinfecting it and adding rubing alcohol, It finally kicks in that i am really moving to portugal.

I ask myself why wanting know the answer. My first thought was calling the only person I know who's from portugal. Georgina, a close friend of my mom's i havent seen her in 10 years. But talked to her offtenly. With that thought I quicky got up getting my phone off my bed and finding her contact.

𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔..

𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔...

𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔....

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜?.

It was georgina! I tell her what had happend and how i found out that I was moving to portugal. Not telling her that my brother had puched me making me bleed and almost stomping me out and that my father had him pinned against the wall screaming on the top of his lungs.
Our convosation was alot about portugal and what it was like there. I have never been but i heard it was beautiful..

"Oh love it will be okay please call me tommorrow and well talk about it, i can tell your tierd by your voice love."

"And your not wrong. Thank you Georgina have a good night."
We said our good byes and ended the call and it was true I was more then tired, exhasusted. Walking over to my wardrobe i put on sweat-shorts and a tank top and hopped into bed.

All that was left was me and my thoughts eating out my mind.
I had so many questons on to why, how, when, more the i can even count. It was war between each word trying to become the main queston. And one won I guess bcause that queston was. 'What is it going to be like?'

thats when it all hit at once.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦.

Hot,warm,steamy tears streamed down my face. Theres no one i can talk to its 12:03 a.m.
Theres no one, just me and my thoughts. Nothing, nothing more just thoughts on thoughts. If only it were a dream....

Hi guys shorter chapter i know im soooo tiredddd its 2:07 a.m. and IM GOING TO DIEEEE i hope u guys liked this chapterrrrr also time skip tommorw and i dont think chris will be in that chapter too eather guys  sorryyyyy love yall tho!ꨄ︎ꨄ︎