The Way We Live *Cimorelli Story*

Rude, Tude, & Language!

What's happening to Lisa? "Kathy what's happening?" "I don't know." She cradled me in her arms. That felt a bit of comfort, but I'm still worried. 

Mom and Dad keep shouting at us about what was happening. I'm pretty sure that they forgot about Mark and that he's missing! I whispered to the closest person which was Kath, "Do you know where Mark is?" She looked me in the eye and mouthed "I Dont' know." That was no help. But. She continued in my ear. "This person who sent me the text might be Mark." "How do you know it was him?" "Seriously I don't know, but who else might it be?" I know she was right on that part. Who else could it be? We didn't exactly have any mortal enemies. It was just us. Cimorelli clan. Angela and Ellie. Matty and Ryan. Don't forget our fans. 

I think so hard I'm pretty sure my brain has smoke. Although I hitted a dead end. "Um...Amy? Your vain is popping out." Dani said shaking me. "Uh..What?" "What were you thinking?" "Who might of texted Kath." "Oh. So who do you think it was?" "I was still thinking." "Oh." I feel bad for snapping at her now. Poo. I never liked that feeling of guilt. It's so bad. Like a thrash in the gut. 

I couldn't ease it down to anyone, but Mark? Lisa has been looking at Kath's phone for the past 5 minutes. Mom and Dad are downstairs with Mike and Christina asking them questions about what happened. I could hear a faint sound from up here, but I guess they were trying to keep it low for us not to hear it seeing that they went downstairs not staying up here. I'm starting to worry about Lisa. What if she's paralyzed! Or hypnotized! By Mark! "Kath?" She looked up from her book. "Do you think Lisa's hynotized to hear Mark's voice in her head? Or someone else?" She made a maybe look. A maybe. Not a yes or no. Seems like the usual answer in this household. 

I have to go to the bathroom. I quietly sneaked off to the bathroom. I don't know why I sneaked, but that seems more fun. That's it! Mark thinks this is a game. You see bullies tend to bully the one who can't fight back or they think we can't fight back. It's like a little game for them. A game they always win. It's like a rule, but rules are meant to be broken. I checked twitter and YouTube. All of the comments and tweets say 'Where did Cimorelli go?' or 'Are they OK?'. I wanted to type back saying we're fine and thank you, but that would be lying and Mark seems to watch every move of ours whether it's up close or from a far. 

I walked into it and did my business. Ya know. No need explanation there. I walked out and see no one. What? I took out my phone from the buzz. It was a mean tweet. @Mr.HaterPotatoe: Seriously,  I know Cimorelli are busy, but what do they live for? They always think they're so much better and how they say how life are so great! F*** Them. 

First that's just rude, second whats up with the tude, and third, no swearing. I would say rule, but I said rules are for breaking. I looked around and see no one. What? "CHRISTINA?! MIKE!? MOM?, DAD?!" "Here!" I hear a faint sound saying. I think it was in mom and dad's room. What are they doing in their? I shrugged and walked up the stairs. Maybe their coming up with a plan. These days we think too much. 

I knocked on the door. Someone harshly pulled me in. I looked up, it wasn't someone I'm family related. You guessed it right, freaking Mark Taylor. I did all my power to get out of his hold, but of course he over powered me. I tied some ropes on me and taped my mouth shout and told me to shut up. He should know better that I won't shut up. I squirmed and squeal. I looked over to my right and see some of my siblings passed out and some with a scared look on their faces. Where's mom and dad? As on cue. Mom and Dad walked in. They had weapons. They knew about this all along! I look at them with evil eyes. No need to explain more. 

I hate them. I know hate is a strong word, but they throw around love like it's nothing!

My emotions jumped like a frog, from worried, scared, and afraid, to hatred, confused, and wanting an answer. If that's an emotion. If we were given an oppurtunites to ask one question, I would ask why. That's all I want to know, why? Why, why, why. Tell me why. It was a strike straight threw my heart. They don't matter to me anymore. Mike wasn't happy anymore. Christina wasn't nice anymore. Katherine doesn't bake anymore. Lisa and Lauren don't talk anymore. Dani isn't hyper and excited like me either. The little boys were forced to grow up in such little time. This is themark where my childhood ended same with anyone younger than me. 

I started chewing on my tape. I know it's disgusting, but it's not important. I never took my eyes off of mom and dad's action. Now I know why they never told Dani. Dani would hate them and try to see their secrets. Those skunkbags! I said it! I never hated someone so fast--Well I did with Mark, but still. Mark made me hate him, somehow. 

Some much is happening. So much. I looked up to the ceiling. I said something. It written out something. 

Don't be afraid to give up the good to go for the great.-John D. Rockefeller 

Interesting. 

A/N; I know, I know, short chapters, but hey, school is sweaty and hot. I fell off a hill today and scraped my knee and pulled a thigh muscle. Not cool, but remember to vote, comment, follow me, and always be AWESOME! (not that you aren't already :D)