New Life

Chapter 6

⚠️!TW!⚠️
Allison's Pov-

I killed my mom...

I stole her from them.

I'm so selfish,

'Stupid girl!
Bitch!
I told you!'

The things sir would constantly remind me of flew through my mind, but this time I didn't even try to fight them...

They're right,

I'm a bitch

I am stupid and selfish, and ungrateful...

I feel a hand touch my shoulder, I jump back and look up. It's just Owen.

I wipe my eyes furiously, this isn't the place to have a breakdown, we're in a mall, and I'm with my brothers, they can't see this side of me.

But obviously, Owen just did.

He stares down at me sadly. I mean, he just found out his mom is dead...

"I'm so sorry... are you okay?" I ask.

The sadness on his face deepens but he nods.

He slowly takes a step closer to me so he's right in front of me, and he opens his arms.

For a hug... I realize.

I stand up and I take a step closer so he can wrap his arms around me, and I wrap mine around his waist.

He rests his head on my shoulder, and after a few seconds, I feel my shoulder dampen... he's crying...

I start to rub his back in a hopefully comforting manner. I don't really know how to comfort anyone other than my mom, so I hope I'm doing it right.

His hug is gentle and warm, so it doesn't hurt and it's in a weird way, kind of cozy?

It's hard to explain, but his hug is very comforting.

After a minute or so, we break the hug and take a step back.

He takes a deep breath, then he picks up most of the bags and nods towards the door.

I take the last couple of bags, and I follow him outside.

He grabs his phone from his pocket, makes a call, and seconds later, a car shows up.

We get in, him in the passenger seat, and me in the back.

Then the car starts and we head home. The ride is silent, and I'm mentally preparing myself for when we get home.

Michael has probably been home for at least 10 minutes now, so our brothers surely know the not so new, news.

And sure enough, before we even walk into the house, I can hear the shouting.

Okay... just stay calm and tell the truth, we'll mostly the truth, nothing about the abuse.

They can't know about that. They can NEVER know about that.

"-CAN'T STAY.... NO!.... MOM'S DEAD!"

I can only hear snippets, but that's definitely Michael yelling.

Ookayyhhh. Breathe. Calm. Collected. Calm and Collected.

We walk through the house, into the living room, where the rest of my- they are assembled.

I look around at all of their expressions.

James is sitting in the farthest chair from the door, with a blank face, like normal. But he already knew about this, so now he's just watching it all play out.