After I'd calmed myself, I went back into the room. Just for Dad's sake. I mean, I'd never been real close to Niall... or my mother, even. She'd died of cancer when I was nine. You could tell that she favored Niall, just like Dad favored me. And that was fine. I never felt that my life was missing something. It's just how it always was.
Sitting there and crying finally got old after a while. Niall started to discuss how I would have to live with him, since I was only 15 at the time.
"What!? NO. Just no. There is no way I'm living with you."
"Raye, I know we've never been real close... but I need to protect you now, I'm the only family you have left. And I live you, Raye, I really do, it's just that... you're a bit.... difficult at times."
At this I stared in disbelief. "You're kidding."
It was Niall's turn to be confused. "About what?"
"Difficult? Just because I wasn't what Mom wanted? Is that what you think? You know, Niall, you should really get to know someone before you judge them. And you DON'T know me."
My brother's face was a mask of hurt. "But I do. You're my sister. No matter how much you don't want to be, you are. And no matter how much you don't want to, you're living with me."
