Shooting up in bed, I gasped for air. My body was both aching and shaking. Blonde hair sprawled across my face in a ratty mess. The clothing I wore wasn't the same clothes I wore before, and it had me wondering who'd dressed me last night, and what exactly did they see?
I laid back down onto the bed slowly, getting my breathing under control. It doesn't mattr what they seen because I just won't tell them the truth. They already think I'm a liar, so why would they believe anything that comes out of my mouth in the first place?
Before I could get up and off the bed, something slightly heavy jumped onto my stomach, making me groan in pain. I looked up to see Royce, staring down at me in concern. And that look...something about it made me think that he knew I'd try to cover up the fact that I was indeed in pain. It was the eyes. He had my father's eyes, the eyes that pierced through your soul.
For some reason, I didn't want to act tough. Royce was-IS my baby brother. He deserves to see the real me, the me that no one else gets to see. I want him to not think of me as a slut, or a bitch, or even a liar.
"Morning, buddy." I chirped happily, a wide smile gracing my lips.
"You're hurt." he stated, his eyes suddenly filling with tears.
Oh god, no.
Jumping up with him in my arms, I gave him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine, sweetie. Don't worry about good ol' me. Let's worry about you." I said, enthusiastically. "What are you doing here so early in the morning, Royce?"
He smiled brightly, his grayish-blue eyes lighting up with happiness. "Mommy and daddy told me you were bad news, but I told them you weren't. I told them I'd prove to them that you're an amazing sissy!" he cheered, causing my eyes to widen in shock.
"How are you gonna do that?" I asked, arching a brow at him.
He gave me a sheepish smile, reminding me of Carson. "I told them you'd help me clean around the house, that you'd take me to school everyday, and that you'd get a job." he paused, looking as if he were thinking hard. "Oh, and I also told them that you'd buy us a pet soon. If you do that, mommy said you'd be allowed to play with me."
Smiling slightly at his adorable-ness, I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down everything that he said. "Okay buddy, I'll get the jobs done. Today, we'll clean the house, and later I'll go get myself a job. Sound good?" I asked him, giving him a wide eyed look.
He laughed a little bit at my face. "Yay! Sissy's gonna get a job! Can it be at an ice cream place?" he asked, smiling.
"Nope, but I can take you out tonight for something to eat, some ice cream, and maybe even that new kids movie, Turbo. Is that a plan?" I asked, staring down at him, lovingly.
"But what about mommy and-"
"Let me talk to them, okay? I'll handle it." I stated, softly.
He nodded, looking unsure. "But mommy doesn't like you." he said, quietly.
My heart may already be shattered, but that hurt like a total bitch slap in the face. I knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think anyone would ever say it to me so bluntly. At least Royce is honest.
Setting Royce down, I pointed a finger at him. "Go get some cleaning clothes on." I ordered, smiling.
"Yes, sir!" he gave me a salute. I smirked at him as he walked away. He called me sir, which was actually the most adorable thing ever.
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After I had my hair up into a messy bun, and my clothes consisting of baggy black sweatpants and a maroon colored spaghetti strapped tank top, I had Royce help me start cleaning the house. Little did I know just how messy the house really was. It may look clean, but once you look closely, it's a mess.
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Ficção Adolescente"People change. It's a fact of life, Ryder." Escaping the tight grasp her mother has had on her for the past five years, Chloe Heartland is able to return home to her father. Problem is, she isn't exactly accepted back into what once was her happy f...
