Lost Boys

One

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Quickly in and out that is what I agreed with myself. She isn't going be happy if she found me in her room, or stealing her stuff especially. Well I wasn't really stealing, as she would get them back in her room by tomorrow. I opened up her wardrobe and pushed all of the clothes out of the way until I found the short black shirt and burgundy top that matches it. I take them both of their hangers quickly and look towards the door another time. I still hear the laughter from the TV in the other room. I know that I still have some time, so I run to my sister's draw in her desk where I know she keeps all of her makeup. Her main makeup bag isn't there like it usually is so I know that anything I take won't be missed. I grab everything and then stand by the door and check to see if the coast is clear. Everything sounds good so I make my way into the hallway and close the door slowly so that it won't make a noise. I rush to my room making sure to not step on any points on the floor where I knew they will creek. Once I am back in the safe place of my room I put the stuff on my bed and go back to the door and locked it.

I finally let out one long breath and got back to putting all of my clothes back in my own wardrobe. It wasn't usual for me to steal from my sister but I didn't have anything that wasn't dirty or old of my own to wear. These clothes were isure to come my way soon anyway, like all of her other clothes did, I just needed them sooner rather than later. I couldn't actually think of any of the clothes that I own that didn't belong to her to begin with.

Once I was done, I move the makeup to my desk and position myself in front of my mirror. I got my brush and put it threw my hair when I heard the TV go off in the other room. Footsteps start down the hall and I run to unlock the door and hide the clothes under my pillow. I had only put the lock on my door two days ago when my family started to come home drunk and try to come in my room in the middle of the night. I didn't feel safe in the house anymore. The fact that I thought of it as a house and not a home made me know that this place meant nothing to me. I was ready for when I was old enough to move out and go to college or just have my own place.

The footsteps were getting closer to my room by the second so I quickly grab a book and sit on my bed like I had been there for the last half an hour. The door swings open and hits the stack of books that were sitting by the door with such force that they all tumble to the floor.

"For god's sake, clear up your shit like I've told you to!" I knew for a fact that my mum had never asked me to do anything like that because that would mean she would actually have to talk to me and she tried to keep that to a minimum. "You'll have to make your own toast, that's the only thing left for you. Don't ask Connor to make you anything because he is out and so is Emily. When they get home tonight stay out of their way, we don't want you causing trouble again. I'm sure you will be happy to know that you have been able to make us all leave the house, once again." Just as she was about to slam the door, she points over to my eye, "And cover that up."

With that she slams the door and walks back down the hall. She always seems to bring up the fact that I made people leave. She had told me at a very young age that my dad had left because she was expecting me and he had told her he didn't need any more kids. I had got used to that until I was seven and he decided to come back into our lives. That was the best birthday party I had had with a big cake and balloons and as many friends as I could find. When he left for good the next month, it was back to me being blamed for everything. I believe that is why my mum never treated me the same as my brother and sister. In turn this meant that they didn't like me either. This is brings me back to the fact of the lock.