Life is a Journey - Alex Summers, Havok

Talk to me.... Please???.......

            I can't help the smile that is, more than obviously, plastered on my face because of all the fun that we have unintentionally had today. But I'm glad that we did because we all really needed it after the rough last few days. When I enter my room, I watch as Raven continues moving my belongings around in my drawers. I must have made some noise as the bags slip out of my grip one by one and hit the ground, the only thing I can hear right now is a ringing that's going through my ears.

My mouth falls from it's smile and instead hangs open in shock. Raven's head snaps up to attention and her blue eyes widen as they land on mine, a mix of emotions crosses them, but it was mainly those of fear, curiosity, determination, and shame.

"I can explain." She squeaks raising her hands up in surrender turning the rest of her body around so that she was facing me.

"You better have a good fucking explanation." I retort squeezing the handle of the last bag that has refused to leave my palms.

"I'm sorry, it's just... We use to tell each other everything..."

"Not everything." I mutter darkly.

"Exactly!" She screams moving her arms around to prove her point. "We haven't had a single conversation since we came back, all you do is spend your time looking after the rest of us and even when you're not doing that you're always with that little girl." I suck in a breath of air and attempt to keep my cool.

"Her name is Libby, and don't you dare bring anyone else into this, this is simply between you and me. It's not anyone else's fault that you got caught going through my things but your own." My hands are all over the place as I'm using them to talk about the other people in the house and to hide my shaking hands so that she wouldn't be able to see how angry that I'm getting with her about disrespecting Libby.

"The only reason that I'm going through your stuff is because I was hoping to find something, anything that might explain why you're acting so... So differently."

"Did it ever cross your mind that maybe there's a reason as to why I never let you in my room?" I ask in anger, almost at the point of screaming.

"Yes, but..."

"There's no buts about this Raven." I shout no longer caring about who hears me. "I have stuff in here that I don't want anyone to see, especially you after this."

"Has Libby seen these things?" She asks bitterly.

"Not that it has anything to do with this but yes she has, and only because she has had my permission and it's how I've been teaching her."

"So, I just need your permission then?" She asks in bewilderment. "I thought that I always had that?"

"No Raven you haven't. It's not just my permission that needs to be received and I'm not going to name the second person because they don't need to be brought into this conversation. If you want to talk to me then talk and I'll listen, but this is not the way to get my attention, and I'm not going to be talking with you until I feel that I am able to trust you again."

"So never." She huffs. I can see her eyes are beginning to cloud over in tears. "If there needs to be a second person's permission than how was Libby able to get it? Did you tell her who it was?"

"No, I asked them myself. And not necessarily never but how ever long it takes you to grow up a little bit to be able to respect someone's personal belongings."

"Violet, that's enough." I turn around and my eyes widen in shock when I realize that everyone is standing there. "This is getting out of hand. Raven, my office now, Violet put your things away and straighten them up to how you like them. I don't want to see either of you together until you both grow up and learn to get along with each other instead of acting like children, do I make myself clear?" Charles demands haughtily.