Gone for Grief

~Chapter 4~

     "Can you please supply me with an explanation to as why he just barged in here and sat down like he's lived here all his life?" She demanded to her aunt, slim glasses perched on her crooked nose.

     "Can you please stop yelling and actually allow me to give you an explanation?" With this statement Olivia plopped herself down on a velvety, butter yellow couch.

     "As I have told you, your brother-"

     "The one that doesn't exist?"

     "No, the one standing right in front of you." Charlotte stated plain, but sharp.

     "Hello Olivia I believe that introductions are in order," He said sarcastically. "I am Matthew Wilson, your brother."

     She sat their scrutinizing every bit of him, from his chestnut hair to his plain white socks. As she exhaled, she abruptly carried on her formal introduction, excluding her emotions that threw in a loophole that proclaimed the boy standing near her was her brother. She stuttered as she replied, " I am...I am..."

     "Yes, you are?"

     " I am Olivia Wilson..." As she became further compelled, she added " your sister".

     As his face broke from the arrogant features he was implying, he answered, " Hey sis, I thought I would never see you". His eyes began to twinkle as his mouth lifted into a curt smile. Aunt Charlotte suddenly snorted and let out a rude remark.

     "Yes, yes all so sweet, now let's get to it. Matthew, you will be staying with Olivia in her room, seeing that you missy," she glared at Olivia, "Have deprived me of all my personal living space." With that, she turned briskly and strided out the room. Olivia strode up the narrow, decaying staircase plopping herself on the faded quilt in the dull, grey bedroom she would now share, yet somehow her urge of aloneness had vanished as she welcomed this curious boy into the musty space. For a long time they sat there, assessing each other equally and it wasn't after a long time did Olivia finally have something.

     "Thank you." She stated before thinking a single thought. Her interdependence speaking out against her automatic responses.

     "For what." Matthew stared back at her, utterly bewildered.

     "For giving me a new hope and I have faith that this new kindred will prosper into something to cherish." She gave him a meek smile.