Made In America (A Cimorelli Story)

Chapter 7: Not Sisters

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Written by @I_Live_4_Cimorelli

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In the car, I sat in the passenger seat, and asked Kath, "Mind explaining, yet?"

*Lisa's PoV*

"Two years ago, our cousin, Taylor basically did the same thing Lauren did. She had a 97% chance of dying... and she did. But, I was one of the only family members to know why she did. Everyone else thought she had died in like a car crash, but Mom told me when I asked her about it. Mom explained to me how one of us would most likely have the same thing, and when Lauren got it... I guess I was trying to block out the fact that Mom was right by making it seem like she'd most likely live." Kath says.

I was going to reply, but frankly, I was in too much shock. How could Kath know this, and not tell any of us? How could Mom not tell us any of this?

Kath didn't make me reply, thankfully, and just let us sit in silent.

After a few more minutes, we pulled up in front of Ski's house. "Why don't you take Joey and Nick inside, and I'll go back home really fast and pack some stuff up? They won't mind if I come back for a little while." I tell Kath.

She nods, "Sounds good. Just... please don't stay." She says.

"I don't even know if they're back from the hospital yet. They may not be." I tell her.

She nods again, but gets out. Joey and Nick follow her a few seconds later. I slide over from the passenger seat and start the car.

I turned on the radio and listened to some music as I drove the ten minutes back to the house.

*At House*

It didn't seem like they were home yet, but they sometimes parked in the garage, sometimes in the drive way, so I could never know for sure.

I got out of the car and went into the house. It was silent, so I figured no one was home. Even if they were, Mom and Dad most likely weren't.

I opened the hall closet and grabbed two bags, and rushed up the stairs. I went into the room I shared, and there my sisters sat. Well, some of my sisters.

"Lisa! Why are you here? I thought you went with Joey, Nick, and Kath!" Dani exclaimed.

"I did." I tell them, and walked over to the dresser, "I'm just grabbing some of our stuff. We won't be back for a while."

"Why are you leaving, though, Lisa? You're not the one who thought Lauren was going to live! I mean she doesn't even like L-" Amy begins, but I cut her off.

"Don't you even start, Amy! She knows some stuff that we don't know which caused her to act that way! It wasn't her fault! She misheard, and everyone freaked out on her! I'm disappointed in you guys!" I say.

They sat in silence, before Christina spoke up, "Don't leave us Lisa. We need you. The family needs you."

I glare at them, "Yeah? Well, you guys didn't seem to think of that when you kicked Kath out! Oh, not to mention the fact that your eleven and eight year old brothers went with us! Maybe they needed you! Maybe they needed me! But you didn't think of that, did you?" I shoot.

"Come on, Lisa. Kath never-"

"Dani, are you seriously acting this way? I thought you loved Kath!" I exclaim, giving her a pointed look.

"Of course I do, but I'm closer to Lauren, and when it comes to choosing between the two-"

"Choosing between the two?" I sneer, "You wouldn't choose. That's the point. That's what family is for! That's what sisters are for! Would you really choose Lauren over Kath?"

Dani nods slightly, and I scoff.

"Then I guess we aren't sisters, then." I mutter, shoving the rest of clothes in my bag quickly.

"I wish you all good luck with whatever it is you're going to be doing for the next few years... but me and Kath? We're out of the band. And your lives." I say, walking out of the room.

I shut the door behind me, and walked over to Kath's room packing her stuff quickly.

I go into the boys rooms next, and when I was done, walked past my room again.

I could hear Amy and Dani crying. "C'mon cheer up guys." Christina says.

"How, Christina? We just lost not one, not two, but three of our sisters! Half of them! How can we cheer up?" Amy shoots.

I hear Christina sigh, and I storm down the hallway and the house.

I get in the car, holding back tears, and started the car.

My previous words kept echoing in my head.

Then I guess we're not sisters... Then I guess we're not sisters... Then I guess we're not sisters...

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A/N from @I_Live_4_Cimorelli: WUT. DRAMMMMAAA LLLAMA :P This story is just beginning, though!

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