Suddenly I'm in the hotel room that Niall gave me the extra key to, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. My mascara is halfway down my cheeks, and I can see leftover eyeliner in the corners of my blue eyes. I want to disappear, away from Niall, away from Louis, away from Eleanor, away from the world. I turn my head a little and see a bright colored scar, jolting me out of my self pity. Where did this come from? I think, until I rememeber.
It's from Sawyer. I use foundation to cover it up everyday so I can forget about it and so no one asks questions. I scramble around in my purse for my light colored foundation to cover it up again. It reminds me of the horrible years I spent with Sawyer. Sometimes it's hard to remind myself that we're not together anymore.
I grab around some more before dumping it out on the just cleaned bathroom sink counter. My heart sinks as I realize I wasn't planning to go with Niall, so I didn't pack any makeup except for a few lip products and an anti-aging concealer. Great. Another thing to deal with. Niall gets to ask me some personal questions and know more about my life.
Even though I know I'm going to have to go to the apartment I've shared with Dad for four years to get some clothes, I only move to slide down on the tiled floor. My blue eyes close as I try to block everything out of my mind, just like I did when I was dating Sawyer.
But apparently that tactic isn't working today. My mind quickly wanders to my guilt of not being there when Dad got in the crash. I mean, Niall was right. Of course I knew it was going to happen. I'd tried to help him. He's an alchoholic, and no matter how much we tried, no one could stop him. He just kept on doing it, didn't pay any attention to me or any one trying to help.
The doorknob twitched. Someone was trying to get into the bathroom. When the person realized it was locked, they knocked. "Raye? Is that you?" Niall's voice echoed. "No, it's the Queen of England," I shoot back sarcastically. "Who doesn't want to see you." I add. I hear my older brother sigh.
"Raye, I know you're angry about what I said about your dad. About OUR dad. I.... I guess I could've said it another way. A way that didn't sound so... unloving."
I snort. "Actually, I'm kind of over that part of my horrible day."
"You ARE?"
"Mhm. Now go away. I'm busy being mad at you for another reason."
"Um.. well... could you tell me what i did?"
"It's more of what you DIDN'T do, Niall. Louis and Eleanor don't know who I am. Is there a reason for you never telling your BEST FRIENDS about me?"
There's a pause full of silence behind the door. "Yeah, actually. There kind of is. I didn't want them becoming confused."
"About WHAT? Niall, now you're just making ME confused."
"Um... Raye?"
"Yeah?"
"You're... um... not my sister."
