Right But Wrong

Maybe they were wrong?

Avery:

For the past couple of weeks i had stayed out of the way of everyone, terrified that if i didn't i would accidentally slip and say something. If i did accidentally say anything how was i to explain kissing my own brother? Instead of even thinking about it i decided to do the safest thing and keep to myself. That was until today. I was sitting peacefully in the living room, sketching with the art supplies i had from years ago and listening to the radio that played softly from the kitchen. I suppose i should've known better than to be in a room that i could easily be caught in, but the environment felt too peaceful to give up the opportunity. 

"What's this?" in front of me Bella was stood with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, before i could process anything she had snatched the sketch book out of my hands, "your not very good" she rolled her eyes "i would think you would be good at at least something, maybe i gave you too much of the benefit of the doubt". Being used to hearing the cruel words people decided not to keep to themselves, i simply ignored her, trying to grab my sketch book back. 

Reaching for my sketchbook was the wrong move to make, as as soon as i did she chucked it to her side, making it go out the open window. It felt like a scene in a movie, the sort of movies where there was always a nerdy kid being bullied by someone stronger than them. I knew my sketchbook would be ruined so instead of going out to see the disaster, i simply got up and left the room. Tears were already forming in my eyes but i refused to let them fall, knowing that would only satisfy Bella if she saw them. 

I knew at the end of the day it was just a sketchbook, but that book was one of the only items i had from my childhood. I didn't remember much from childhood, at least not before it was just me and mum but that sketchbook stayed with me always. That was until this moment. I didn't know how to feel other than utter despair, it felt as if every thing that was even slightly important to me got destroyed. At that thought i could no longer hold my tears back, i was just glad that i was already out of eye view from Bella. Although maybe i should have been more worried about being in the eye view of someone else because suddenly i bumped into something, or better yet someone. Looking up i saw Zake standing in front of me, his eyes suddenly darkening as he saw me. 

"Your crying." He stated, as if he was gathering together his thoughts "why are you crying?" he finally asked. "I'm not." I denied, refusing to look at him. Tilting my chin up so he could look into my eyes, he sighed heavily. "Was it one of the boys?" he asked, making me shake my head "dad?" again i shook my head. "Per l'amor del cielo" there he was again, speaking a language i didn't recognise as if i was to know what he was saying, "I'm gonna give you five seconds bambina, who made you cry?" he demanded in a soft tone "or i'll find out myself" he muttered. 

When he realised i wouldn't say anything, he let go of me and stalked off as if he was on some sort of mission. Was he truly gonna find out? As much as i wondered what would happen if he did, a part of me didn't want to know at all. Needing to get away from everything, I ran off again, not knowing where I was going as my vision was already blurry from my tears.

Eventually I got to what I assumed was my room, relieved I opened the door, hoping to be able to get some rest. But as soon as I opened the door instead of my  comfy bed being in eye sight a completely different room was in eyeview. The room was so big that it would be impossible to tell it was even a bedroom if it didn't have the obvious bed in the middle with gray covers and lights hanging above it.

Usually in any other case I would simply leave and try to find my own bedroom, yet something stopped me. Or more like someone stopped me. Sat on the bed was Aeson, at least I assumed it was Aeson as the person looked like him yet they were acting completely different to the Aeson I knew. He seemed to be crying? It seemed impossible that he could present any other emotions than disgust, mockery and anger, yet here he was presenting a completely different emotion in itself.