My Big Brother | L.P.

Chapter 22

*Ella's POV*

I've been living with my mom and dad for a week and I've only spent about 5 minutes with them. School is out since it's summer and they made me watch Sam while they were working.

I don't even know why I bothered to come! The only reason I came here was to spend time with my family and I got 5 minutes with them. It's ridiculous! I don't think they wanted me to come here because they felt guilty, I think there is another reason.

I don't want to believe it but that's what it seems like. I should've never left, Liam probably hated me now. If he hated me before, he hates me more now. No wonder he didn't come looking for me here, because he hates me.

"Ella, I want dinner." Sam told me, cracking my bedroom door open so I could hear her.

And I have to make dinner too. They probably only brought me here to take care of Sam when they arent here.

"Okay, what do you want?" I asked her, getting off my bed and walking downstairs.

"Steak!" She yelled, running down the stairs infornt of me.

"Sam, we don't have steak. You can have Pizza or Chinese." I told her. She gets in my nerves sometimes, they spoiled her so much the girl thinks she can have anything she wants.

"I want steak!" She pouted, crossing her arms and making the puppy dog face.

"Sam, you're 12. Stop crying like a baby." I shouted at her.

"I'm not a baby!" She yelled, slumping herself down on a stool and crossing her arms.

"Well you are acting like one! So pick, Chinese or Pizza?" I said, calming myself down so I don't slap her.

"If you don't make me steak, I'll tell mom and dad!" She threatened, acting like I actually cared if she did. Which I don't care.

"Go ahead, call them. I. Don't. Care." I stated, separating the words so she would hear the seriousness in my voice.

"Okay, I will." She said, pulling out her phone and dialling the number to our mother.

"Mommy! Ella won't let me have what I want for dinner!" She wined into the phone, making me laugh at her.

I heard a muffled voice yelling on the other side of the phone. "Mom says you're in big trouble and that you need to make me steak." Sam told me with a smirk.

"I don't have to do anything for you. I am incharge of you and you will do what I say which is Pizza or Chinese. If we had steak, I would've made you some, but we don't and I can't drive yet." I told her, imitating her smirk.

"Fine but when mom gets home in 10 minutes you will be in big trouble." She said and walked upstairs, probably to her room.

Whatever, I don't care if I get in trouble by mom. It's not going to affect my life, she doesn't even spend time with me.

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"I told you to feed your sister dinner!!" My mother screamed at me from the other side of the kitchen.

"I asked her what she wanted and she told me steak! Well guess what we don't have steak in the fridge so how am I suppose to make it!?!?" I yelled, furiously.

Seriously, how does she expect me to make steak when we have no meat in the fridge? Like, common sense people!

"Don't use that time with me young lady!" She yelled, using the exact same time she just told me not to use. Wow she is such a Hypocrate.

"You mean the exact same tone you just used?" I asked, a smirk finding its way to my lips.

"Are you sassing me?!" She asked, her eyebrows knitted together furiously. Oh No! She's gonna blow. Seriously though, steam is literally coming out of her ears.