Unwanted- A Felicite Tomlinson Fanfic

Part 16

"Lottie!" I screamed. "Why the hell would you tell Louis?" Lottie turned to me and said with a rather nasty tone "He has the right to know! It's not like you were going to tell him anyway! You treat our 20 year old brother like he's 5 or something." I guess she was right in a way. I was overprotective of Louis in a strange way, just as he was once overprotective of me. I honestly wondered if I was ever going to tell Louis anyway. I probably wasn't.

Lottie and I walked home from the park in silence. All happiness was drained and we were acting strangely and a bit awkward. I remember the day mum and dad anounced to the family their divorce, or rather mum did. It was early morning and she just said a few simple words "Dad left." Ever since then we don't talk about him or know much about him. I guess they techniquelly didn't get divorced but dad doesn't live with us and I'm sure he's out there somewhere, with another family. I just wonder how Louis will react to this all.

When we neared the door we heard yelling. Oh God. "Louis how dare you show your face here after so long with no contact once so ever! You've let this whole family down, disobeyed your father and I, and absolutely tormented us with ugly girls and paparazzi at our front door!" Mum yelled. You could hear her about a mile away. Louis didn't directly respond to her. He just said "So it's true. You and dad got divorced?" "He left, thank you very much! All thanks to you my husband left this family. You tore everything apart and I never want to see you in this household again! You aren't my son, you're dead to me!" The poor twins were crying at the whole thing. Louis looked quite defeated. "Fine," He said. "I only wish you can forgive me one day mum. I only did what I wanted to do most." "You selfish brat!" Mum screamed, right before Louis let himself out of the house.

After he left mum turned to Lottie and I. "Lottie tell me what you were doing out of this house now! And you too Felecite!" Lottie all of a sudden looked pretty nervous. "Well...um..." She said, playing with her hiar and staring down at her feet. "Don't stutter!" Mum cried. "We were just out taking a walk!" I suddenly said. "And why the hell did you just up and decide to take a walk?" "We wanted some fresh air, it was getting kind of stuffy and hot in here." I said. Mum gave a blank expression. "And did you know that the worthless thing who calls himself your brother was going to show up at this house?" "We had no idea." Mum looked disappionted at our answer. I could see the burning in her eyes, the desire to punish us. But she couldn't prove anything. "Fine," She said. "Just get out of my sight and take those two brats on the couch with you." She said, pointing to Daisy and Phoebe.

They ran up the steps with Lottie and I and we alll went to my room. "Why was mum yelling like that at Louis?" Phoebe asked me, staring up at me with blank, sad eyes. "I don't know." I said, holding her close. "It's so scary!" Daisy said. "I hate to see people fight!" Both twins had grown up most of their lives witnessing fights like this occure. I remember when I was about their age now the fights started in our family but when I was their age now they were much younger, practically babies.

I had almost forgotten Lottie was there umtil she spoke softly. "I think mum is just lonely." She said. "Dad left and so did Louis. Louis was only 18 and he was growing to fast. It was a stressful time and she just wanted her son to be sucessful and happy. She didn't want him to be a singer and neither did dad. She didn't want to blame herself for dad leaving us so she dumped the burden on Louis. And now she has to care for four girls and it's stressful. That's probably why she drinks so much and has all those hangovers. She just wants to forget everything that happened. She doesn't want to move on."

I had never thought of the situation the way Lottie was thinking now. But it all seemed to make perfect sense to me. But the poor twins! They were so young, sitting there listening to Lottie and I discuss the matter. At their age they should be playing out in the backyard or off on a playdate, not listening to this kind of thing. Just a perfect example of two girls that had to grow up way to fast.

There wasn't much we could say except a few comforting words to the twins before we sent them off to their rooms. Everyone was acting as if they were half alseep, kind of draging along. Once they left Lottie turned to me. "What do we do?!" She asked, hints of insanity creeping in her voice. "We do what we do everyday." I said slowly, a bit unsure myself. "We put on a fake smile, go to school do our work, eat, shower, do our homework, lock ourselves in our room, and sleep. And then we repeat the cycle until we die. We act like nothing is wrong and put on a show." "That's no way to live!" Lottie cried. "That's the way I've been living for the past three years." I said, a bit dully. "Afterall, it's the only thing we can do right? Unless you have a better idea?" "Ughhhh!" Lottie grunted before leaving me alone in my room. And I once again felt lonely and unsure of anything.