Keaton's P.O.V
The house was calm. There was no shouting and screaming- unlike how I left it.
I closed the door silently behind me, trying not to cause any more disturbances. I half expected Leyton to pop out and scare me.
As I closed the door, I jumped at the sound of someone behind me.
"Hallo!" Shawn exclaimed. (Hello)
It wasn't Leyton but Shawn was just as bad- if not worse than Leyton.
"Hallo Shawn, wie geht's dir?" I replied back smugly. (Hi Shawn, how are you?)
I knew he could barely speak German. It would be funny to see him squirm.
Shawn's eyes widened, "Er...gut...sie?" (Good...You?)
"Mir geht es gut. Aber versuchen Sie nicht und sprechen eine Sprache, die Sie nicht kennen!" I scolded jokingly. (I am fine, but don't try and speak a language you don't know)
Shawn didn't reply, but stood there waiting for me to translate. I wasn't planning too. I didn't want him to get better at German.
I rolled my eyes at his gormless expression before flopping down onto the couch. It was then that I realised it was silent in the house.
I turned my head to face Shawn, "Where are Ophelia, Leyton and Bella?" I asked curiously.
Shawn sighed, sitting beside me. His head fell into hands, "I honestly don't know." Shawn said, sighing again. "She said she had some shopping to do, but that's an obvious excuse."
Shawn's lips pressed into a firm line. "She's too strong willed for her own good sometimes." He grunted.
I licked my lips, my palms starting to get clammy. It was my fault. Shawn shouldn't be sat here like this. He was in obvious pain, even though he would never admit it. I gently placed my hand on Shawn knee.
His head snapped up and he offered a small smile. I swallowed around the lump forming in throat. "I'm sorry." I croaked out.
Shawn's face morphed into one of sadness to one of contempt. "Do not be sorry Keats. You have nothing to feel bad about." Shawn concluded, pursing his lips. "I can't believe Ophelia would make you think like that." Shawn muttered, more to himself rather than me.
He stood up and started to pace from one side of the living room to the other. I watched him, stuck in some kind of trance. Shawn mumbled to himself, gripping his head. I couldn't pick out the entire sentence, but I caught certain words.
Promise. Love. Need. Want. Betrayal.
My shoulders slumped in defeat. No matter what Shawn said, I would totally responsible for this. If I wasn't here, than everything would be normal for this family. We would visit them every so often and that would be it. No more hassle.
Other thoughts started to clog my mind. I tugged on my ear in frustration. What would have happened to me if I didn't call Ophelia? I may have walked back to her, and got beaten on a worse scale. I could have gone to hospital with injuries that she had caused.
A violent shiver racked my body. Why was I thinking about that? Oh yeah, because I had ruined this family's life. I wrapped my arms around myself; shaking my head. No matter what I did, I couldn't shake those thoughts out of my head.
I snapped out of my stupor, when Shawn crouched in front of me. "I can see you blaming yourself, stop!" Shawn scolded, with an exasperated sigh.
At that moment, the door swung open again, hitting the wall behind it. Both Shawn and I turned to face it.
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Teen FictionKeaton’s mum is all in support of LGBT rights. So when Keaton realises he is Gay, he doesn’t bother to hide it from his mum. When things go wrong, Keaton ends up moving in with his thirty-one year old sister. She has her own family, making it hard...
