Chapter 2
I'm seriously gonna become crazy if Christian doesn't stop being like this.
Ever since I came home from the hospital yesterday, I can't do anything without him asking what I'm doing.
I take up Christina from her crib.
"Hey sweetie, you've done something in your diaper, haven't you?" I sing low to her.
Of course she doesn't answer me, she doesn't know what I'm saying, so she just continue on crying.
I walk out of her room, heading towards the bathroom next to her room.
"What are you doing?"
Christian sneaks up from nowhere and scar the crap out of me.
"Are you crazy? I could've droped her, you asshole", I hiss.
"What are you doing?" He repeat.
"I was going to change Chrissy's diaper", I say, walking towards the bathroom.
"I can do it", Chrstian says, taking Chrissy out of my arms.
"Hay you loser, don't you think I can do it?" I ask angry, following him inside the bathroom. "I mean come on, she's my sister too, and I can handle her, I've change more diapers on her then you can count, and now all of a sudden, you don't want me too".
"You almost dropped her", Christian points out.
What the fuck is this guys problem?
"It was your fault", I shout and stomp my foot in the floor. "You scared me".
"You usually don't get scared by that Lane", Christian says and I just stare at him. "So why were you? Oh yeah I know..."
"Say it... and I'll destroy you", I threaten with a murder glance. "And I mean it".
"Okay I won't, but you know what the doctor said", Christian says as he takes off the diaper of Chrissy.
"I'm never gonna do that", I say. "I'm not gonna go to a psychologist, I don't need that, I'm perfectly fine".
"No you're not, stop trying to convince yourself that", Christian says. "You're not fine, you jump at the slightest sound, and one of these days you may actually drop Chrissy".
I hate Christian. I hate him.
"Eh suck your own dick, asshole", I say before storming out of the bathroom.
I run down the stairs. Why does Christan have to be like this? As if I'm gonna have a breakdown or something? I mean he was an awesome big brother before our parents died. Now he's all over protective and mean.
"Lanie?" Blaine shout after me.
"Later Blaine", I shout back and run out of the door.
I walk up to the big oak tree we have on our yard behind the house. On the stongest biggest and thickest branch dad hung up a swing when I was five years old.
I run up to my swing and sits down on it. I start to swing back and forth slowly with my feet still on the ground.
Tears starts to stream down my face.
My life is completely ruined now. How can I have a normal life when I'm scared of everything? Nothing can make me feel different, not even a psychologist, so I'm not gonna go to one.
And instead of just telling me what to do, or tell me to get some rest, or not letting me do anything, why can't Christian just try, try to understand me? I don't need a new parent, my parents are dead, what I need is my brother, but he doesn't want to be that anymore, he want to be my parent.
But his not going to be, because I'm not gonna allow it.
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Okay a short chapter, but it will get better soon I promise I just hope you guys liked this chapter though :)
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-Josephine xx
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Alone
Roman pour AdolescentsFifteen year old Lane Adams became a wild child when her parents died in a bank robbery only a year ago. Her brother is eighteen and agreed to take over custody of his three younger siblings. Lane lives in the big house her parents owned before they...
