Slater brothers

Why do you Hate Me?

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     Instead of me having to bring home a detention slip for my sister to sign or for me to forge her signature, the school decided to call her and tell her about me being nearly fifteen minutes late to class, since it was my first day they only gave me one warning detention the next time it happens I'll get a week of detention.
"You ungrateful brat. Do you know how much I gave up for you?" My sister spat in my face and let out a dry laugh. "I don't understand why I stuck around for you, even with me around you still became a complete screw up." I was getting angrier with each word she was saying, Ashby was making it sound like she stuck around for me, she didn't, she would get rid of me in a heartbeat if she could, but I get my a monthly inheritance when I turn seventeen in a few months.
       "If I'm ungrateful then you're selfish, I've tried to be the perfect girl so you'd love me again, but everything I do is wrong. I may not be perfect, but neither are you!" I screamed, angry tears filled my eyes as each word I yelled.
      "Love you? Who in there right mind would ever love a murder? I thought you were innocent when we were younger, but now I know how you truly are. You killed mum and dad, it's all your fault they crashed their car, they had to get you from a sleepover since you were scared. If you manned up they would still be alive today and I wouldn't hate you!" I gasped in astonishment, I can't believe she still thought I killed our parents.
      "How was I to know that their car would crash on our way back? I wish I could take that day back, but I can't. I needed you after they died and you left me, you completely shut me out and turned cold towards me. All I've wanted is for you to be proud of me and love me!" My breathing was rugged and my the tears flowed freely down my slightly red cheeks.
     "You should've died not them!" Just choked back a sob as her words cut me deep in the heart. I knew she hated me, but I never suspected her to wish me death.
       "Bloody hell. Tell me what you want me to do? You can't keep taking all of your anger and hurt out on me. There is only so much I can take and you make me give up more of myself each day." My head whipped roughly to the side as Ashby's hand made firm contact with my cheek. I slightly stumbled back, but quickly regained my footing and stood up straight. My sister was much taller than me and bigger in size, but I couldn't allow myself to me intimidated by her or her prowess.
         "Don't ever speak to me like that again or next time I'll do more than give you a little love tap!" Ashby's face was turning even redder with anger as I laughed at her threat.
        "Its about time I speak up for myself. Never once have I disrespected you for all of the hurtful and cruel things you've said or done to me and now that I am I'm the bad guy? What's funny is that you say I'm the screw up when you're the one who turned out to be a hateful bitch, everything mum and dad tried to stop from happening. Who knew all it took for your true colors to come out is through their death?" Those words were all it took for her to lunge at me.
        As I was punched and kicked I never fought back, I cried and begged her to stop, but I never fought back. I watched Ashby's face morph into horror as she stared at me in shock over what she had done.
        "Why do you hate me?" I managed to croak out. Her lip trembled, but she didn't answer me, instead she turned and grabbed her purse off of the counter and then walked out the door, not sparing me a glance as she walked away.
Out of the three years that Ashby has been my guardian she has only ever given me little slaps here and there, but she's never physically pummeled me before. My face was throbbing and it hurt to breath because every time I sucked in a breath my ribs constricted in pain. I didn't have the energy to get up, so I stayed on the floor and eventually fell asleep.

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       "Wake up you have school." With my eyes still closed I lamely tried to get myself off of the hardwood kitchen floor. As I stood all of my bones started to crack and pop. I had never felt this horrible before when I wasn't sick. I practically crawled up the stairs, it hurt to walk and to breathe, I want to stay home but I know Ashby won't let me and it's only my second day of school. I can't miss it.
I took a quick shower and towel dried my hair the best I could. I changed into a dark gray thin hoodie, black leggings, and my white converse. I put a beanie on to hide the hideousness I called hair. I was done and ready in less than thirty minutes. I have to make the ten minute walk to school and school starts in almost ten minutes so no matter what I'll be late.
       I was right, when I got to school I was twenty minutes late since every time I walked too fast my ribs cried in pain. I got another detention that I'm currently walking to now. I wish the teachers here were more lenient like the ones back in London were, but sadly no. I still get into trouble for being late even though it's only my second day here.
        I wasn't too bummed about having a detention since I knew the class wasn't thoroughly supervised by any teachers and that ment I might be able to get some more sleep. My body was aching even more than it had when I woke up, I think it's from all of the walking and rushing around I've had to do today. I practically limped the rest of the way to the detention room. When I opened the door and stepped in I was shocked to see to two sets of deep brown eyes staring right at me. Damian's eyes widened at the sight of me, I knew I looked horrible so I don't blame him for the look he's giving me. Malik's look was unreadable, his face was like a stone, hard and blank, an emotion flickered across his face, but in a flash it was gone and the emotionless look was back into place.
         I ignored their stares and sat down furthest away from the door and from the brothers so that I could sleep peacefully. I took out my phone and ear buds to listen to some music so I could relax, before I turned on my phone I saw what my face looked like in the reflection. My once pale face now had a black eye and a busted lip to match. This morning the only damage I studied were my bruised ribs, I never got to look in the mirror at my face, unless you count my small glance I got when I stepped out of the shower?
        I brought my knees to my chest, but quickly regretted it when my ribs screamed in pain, I gasped and clutched my side. The sound of chairs scrapping behind was all just a bunch of sounds, the only thing I could focus on was the pain. I gasped again as my chair was pulled back and arms wrapped around my body ,lifting me up into a strong chest. "Get her bag." I involuntarily shivered at the sound of his deep baritone voice that did things to my mind.
       "Where." I choked out through the pain. Having Malik's arms wrapped around me and my legs around his waist was oddly helping me calm down in a way. Anyone who looked at us would probably think a father was carrying his child by how my legs could hardly wrap around his waist and how my head was barried in his neck, it was comical actually, that I was being carried by Malik Slater resident bad boy who was rumored to only care for himself and his brothers.
         "Our house." My eyes became wide, I heard that the brothers never invite anyone over to their house, that it's like their own little sanctuary and anyone who dare step into it is signing their death wish then and there. Malik never let me go as he sat in the passenger seat of Damian's car. "We'll leave my car here until later." I realized he wasn't talking to me, but to Damian.
When my side finally stopped feeling like it was being stabbed I sat up slightly and found out I was in Malik's lap. My face quickly became a deep red color and I looked down in embarrassment, that I was in such an intimate position and every time I moved my lower body part rubbed on something hard.
      Hands grabbed my hips and stopped my unintentional moving. "Don't do that, unless you want to play with fire." I bit my lip and hid my face into his chest since I had nowhere else to go.
My experience so far with the Slater brothers has been anything but dangerous and I'm starting to figure out that maybe they only show people what they want them to see, not what's really on the inside. Living with all boys must be hard and I hear they have no parents, so growing up must've been a challenge for them. Believe me I know that having to be raised without people who have experienced life is one of the most difficult things to go through, you have to grow up fast so you can teach yourself the things your parents didn't have time to.
       I think the only way the brothers know how to live is by loving eachother and keeping everyone else out, the only difference between the brothers and I is that they have eachother and I have no one who cared for me and helped me through devastating times. I don't have anyone who wants to help me, who can help me.