Irreplaceable {1}

Chapter 4

It was today that I was finally going back to my apartment. I was actually quite excited because that meant that I didn't have to deal with my idiotic parents anymore. I hated how they wanted to always have me come and visit, I never want to visit them. I only go home to visit Rowan. Once he moves out, I will never go back there. I might sound like I was following in my older brothers footsteps, but that was far from the truth.

I could never fully turn into Dalton. He left he entire family without a word of where he was going or if he was coming back. I would keep in contact with my siblings if I left my parents, which I will. Meaning, I won't leave Rowan here to suffer by himself. I will always be here for him when he needs me. Not like Dalton.

I just have never been able to deal with the two people who call themselves my parents. They turn everything good into something horrible.

I know that is the reason why Dalton left in the first place.

I'll leave one day, but I won't abandon Rowan. He's my brother and I care about him more than anyone in this world. I remember when Dalton first left, Rowan wouldn't speak to anyone, not even me. Until one day he asked me if I was going to leave him to.

I told him that I would never leave him, and I'm going to keep that promise.

I walked through the door to my apartment -that should have been locked, but wasn't- and made my way to my living room. Roxy was sitting there eating cheetos on the couch while Doctor Who was playing on the television. "You better not rub your orange fingers on that couch," I stated and she jumped ever so slightly, "or I'll cut off your head and put it on a spear to show people what happens when they mess with me and my furniture."

She stared at me with wide eyes, "violent much?"

I shrugged and smiled, "I will though."

She just rolled her eyes and turned her gaze back to the Doctor. I continued with my bag towards my room. It was nice to be back in this room instead of the one that had so many bad memories for me. Nights of sitting in the corner crying because my parents are fighting. Weekends of hiding in there reading hate messages and letters from Jasmine and Dena.

It is a horrible place for me. That's why I like being here better. Its filled with happy memories.

I set my bag back onto my bed and fell back down beside it. This was nice. I felt safer here. Safer than anywhere else. I could let go in this room and let it know how I was feeling whenever I needed to and due to the sound proof walls in each room in this apartment, I didn't have to worry about Roxy or Amara hear me.

I'm just glad that Amara doesn't live here. If she did, it would be a nightmare.

After a few minutes of just laying there and doing nothing, I got up to unpack. It isn't going to unpack itself, sadly. Wouldn't that be like the invention of the year? If you had a bag that could unpack itself and put all of your stuff away. Boy, I can't wait for the future. 

Once I finished unpacking, I realized how hungry I actually was and left my room to go to the kitchen. I knew Roxy wasn't going to make any dinner for anyone, even herself, so I had to make it. She was still watching Doctor Who on the couch, but the cheetos were gone.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked as I walked past her into the kitchen.

"Pizza," she blurted out.

Of course she wants pizza. She always wants pizza. "Not going to happen," I responded with a smile towards her. She stuck out her tongue at me but I just smiled even more.

I decided after a search through our cupboards that we had nothing to make a proper meal. So what should we eat now?

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed the number that I have memorized of the Chinese food place just down the street. Once I was off the phone I went back to the living room and took a seat beside Roxy. "What about the food?" She asked almost as if she was broken hearted. Of course, Roxy and food have some sort of special connection. I don't get it. Her boyfriend should be jealous.