An Unpredictable Year (Completed)

Chapter 9

I wake up on this wonderful Saturday morning confused. Bryan nor Dylan ever spoke another word to me. Logan and Michael told me goodnight but that was it. When do we ever go to sleep that early on a Friday night? It doesn't make any sense. My brothers and I never spoke a single word to each other yesterday. They avoiding even looking at me all they could. They're all acting like they're mad at me but I didn't do anything. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom before heading downstairs. As usual, the house is crazy loud. TV volume on high. People banging around in the kitchen. I just woke up yet I already have a headache.

"Good morning." I say emotionlessly as I walk into the kitchen to see all of the brothers. Tyson looks at me weirdly and Drake looks worried, but I ignore their glances. I walk over to the table where Logan, Dylan, Michael, and Bryan are sitting and take a seat.

"Hey." Michael says with a slight smile which I don't return. The others ignore me which makes me more mad.

"Bryan, Logan, Dylan, Michael, someone better start telling me why I feel so freaking hated." I state angrily. Michael looks confused for a second before realization hits him.

"Kyla, did you know we have a basement?" Dylan asks not looking up from his phone. I look around confused for a second before looking back at my brothers.

"We do?" I ask, confused.

"Yes, we do. Do you know what's in that basement?" Bryan speaks up before anyone else can.

"Not a clue." I state, still confused.

"It's a game room. You want to know why you don't know? You want to know why we hardly talk? We moved and you were devastated. Finally, you made friends. Real friends who let you hang out with them. Naturally, you stopped needing us around since you had them. You started disappearing on us to spend all of your time with them. We got lives too. Between football and social lives, sibling time is hard to come by. This move changed everything for us so we're giving you the space you never let us give you. We spent your whole life with you so now that you have friends we're giving you your space." Bryan says before getting up and walking out of the room. I stare at the door, shocked, for a few minutes. I snap back into reality and look around. Michael, Logan, and Dylan have their heads lowered and I'm mad.

"I'm sorry I'm such a terrible sister. I held you guys back from having much of a life outside of football. I didn't choose to have everyone hate me. I didn't choose to be bullied. I never once asked you guys to stick by my side or give up your lives to spend time with me." I stay my voice cracking. When your parents have made it clear they don't want you and the only people you can count on are the people telling you that you hold them back, that's when you really don't feel like you're enough.

"That's not how he meant it." Michael defends hopelessly. I just shake my head and walk out of the room. I walk up the stairs and to my room. Hanging on the wall are pictures of me and my brothers. We all look so happy. What happened? It seems like all we've done since we got here is fight. Like any siblings we argued, a lot, but it never lasted more than a couple minutes. If we fought, it was resolved within the hour. Now, it seems like we're always mad at each other. We hardly talk to one another. It isn't all my fault, they're the ones telling me to find a ride because their girlfriends need one. I'm exhausted of this game. It's almost been two weeks here yet we've fought more than we normal do in two months. Tyson and Drake are always studying at the library which is great for them. I almost believe it's true. They never leave to study. They think if they leave us alone we would burn down the house so they rather lock themselves in their rooms studying for hours than leave to do what they can do here. Ever since we moved, nothing has been the same.... Nothing except my parents never being around anyway.