Not So Elegant. (Sequel to The Elegant Howl)

Chapter 6: The Truth About 'Life'.

IT TOOK MY MONTHS TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER FOR SOME REASON.

I KEPT CHANGING IT AND RE-WRITING.

NOT THIS TIME.

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 I nervously followed behind my three older siblings, back to Emily's where my Dad had just arrived. I contemplated different possibilities of different things, before I kicked something hard accidentally and tumbled to my knees.

I then realised it was the step to Emily's porch. I climbed back up with Jakes help. When we walked in, there were weird sights everywhere. 

Standing awkwardly in the corner was a Spanish looking girl with earphones in her ears, holding an iPod and tapping what I believe would be the keyboard on it furiously. The 4 year old boy sat against the wall beside her.

Every now and again she'd look up and glanced around, before looking down again. Then in the kitchen, Sam, Emily, Leah, Jared, Kim, and Paul, stood in a quiet heated argument. Bradey, Collin, Kourtney, Quil, Aleeshia, Lynn and Seth sat at the table. 

Aleeshia looked especially upset, tear stains on her face, and Kourtney seemed to be comforting her. I would have gone to help as well, but at the moment I don't think I could handle more Seth and Lynn moments.

In the living room, The Step Monster and Dad were arguing quite loudly.

I hated this, it made my head hurt, and I felt sick, darkness in my mind consuming me. This wasn't phasing, no, this was anxiety.

I put one hand on the door frame, and one hand on my chest. Everyone had gone silent now, noticing our arrival. 

"That's it, you're going back on those anti-depressants," Bec announced. I ran off the porch and into the forest, throwing the contents of my stomach up. 

Well, no one came to help me or anything. Instead, things went silent, and then I heard yelling. I jogged back, seeing Jake yelling at Dad, Rachel giving the corner girl the evil's, and Becca crying into her palms.

"What is it?" I asked aloud. "A month after Mom died that thing was created!" Rachel screamed, pointing at the little boy. My eyes widened. "Our little brother!"

I became more the depressed, I also became angry. Not a good mix, especially for a werewolf. I looked at the boy, to Dad, to The Step Monster. "You disgusting, evil, slutty, appalling, sick excuse of a human being!" I accused, pointing at her.

"And you!" I continued, pointing at my Dad. "You, you piece of... can you... what- What about Mum? Did she not matter? Where you happy she died- did that bring happiness to you? Where you glad that you could hook up with that!? Did we mean nothing Dad? Where you glad I jumped up that cliff? So that you could replace me as well? With her?" I screamed pointing at the corner girl.

My words seemed to hurt my Father more than ever, and I was glad. He opened his mouth, but Rachel came to my side. "No! We don't want to hear any shitty excuses! Were you glad Bec and I left too? Did you find Jake a burden? Maybe we should just leave and you can live happily ever after with your new family!"

I couldn't handle this anymore. I'd run home, but that's his home as well. I had no where to go...at least I...I could go...to that one place...

Sam started talking calmly to everyone, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy deciding what I'd do. I know that maybe, if I go to Hawaii before Becca, I could live with her. 

I could fly to Michigan and live with my Grandmother, Mum's mum. I think Hawaii would leave me a lot more stress free though, but there is no way I'm living with the step monster.