My mother.
"Why are you here?" She asked with a degree of discussed.
"I-I'm helping fight?" I stuttered, damn I really have to stop that.
"YOU? FIGHT? HAHAHA!" She shouted in my face, she hated me with a passion. You know how some sibblings will try and kill each other when they are around the same age so the other gets more attention? Well, my mother did that with me...
She tried drowning me in the bath multiple times, she also almost run me over. My mother was wicked, she hated girls, women as well..
"What? What's so funny?" I asked confused at her laughter.
"You fighting in the war? You'd be kill the moment you set foot into the battlefield, you couldn't even save yourself from killing yourself. You probably are the weakest person I know." She sneered at me, in the blink of an eye Niall was in front of me and an inch away from my mothers face.
"I dare you to say that again, Cinder is one of the strongest people I know. If you dare put her down like that again I won't we hesitating to kill you." Niall was so dark, I didn't even realize he could be like this.
I watched as my mother stumbled backwards, obvioulsy frightened of Niall's reaction to her words.
My brothers didn't know exactly what happened between my mother and I and they'd rather keep out of it, the boys don't really know either.
"C-Come in.." She stuttered, Niall grabbed his two bags and dragged them inside as I followed closely behind.
I looked around the house, it was too big for one person. Much too big..
"Who was at the door mu-" The voice stopped as if they had seen a ghost, I looked to see a small boy on the steps of the staircase. He looked like Swift, light brown hair, gorgeous eyes.
"Mum, who are these?" He asked, he only seemed about Pyro's age.
"These are some people who will be staying for a few days, remember?" She said in a kind voice.
The boy walked over to me and looked into my eyes before speaking.
"You look like my brother." Brother?
"Who's here? Is it Peter or is it mayb-" I looked to where the voice was coming to see another boy, he had deep blue fringe with a black base of hair. It all spiked up in different directions, he looked about our age. But how is that possible?
"Kris, these are the people who are staying the next few nights." The boy still stood in the hall doorway next to the stairs, he wouldn't stop staring at us.
"I'm Kristofferson, you can call me Kris." He says before waking off, I couldn't help but think he was just staring at me.
"This is Mathew everyone, my youngest." I could tell something was wrong, how could my mother have a son our age? That doesn't work, not one bit.
The little boy ran off without a word, back up the stairs in a flash.
"Now, the bedrooms are down the hall, the bathroom next to the stairs and the kitchen is to your left. Make yourselves at home." The boys walked off to the rooms down the hall while I stayed put.
I walked to my mother to ask the question that had been floating through my mind.
"How is Kris my age? That's not possible, you didn't leave till I was 14... How could you have a son the same age? Unless you were cheating on dad." I said through clenched teeth, her death glare burnt right through me.
"That's non of your buisness, now get out of my sight." She backchatted, I walked off to where Niall was. I noticed that there was only a single bed, I walked past all the other rooms and they had two single beds. There were enough beds for everyone except me..
