Dan and Phil Adopted Me

Chapter 7

Blair's POV
I don't know why I had followed them to their house if I'm being honest. I do t know who they are or anything, but I guess my instincts told me to come? I don't really understand the world and how it works, but it usually has an outcome, wether it be good or bad. So far they both seem really nice and if they were to kidnap me then the one with the brown hair (I don't remember which one is Dan or which one is Phil) didn't look very hurtful. Neither did the one with bright blue eyes, he seemed kind too. And their house, well it didn't seem scruffy at all, it seemed quite nice and bright colours were everywhere.

My thoughts are interrupted when there is a light knock on the door. "Yes?" I squeak, still slightly scared.

The one with brown hair and matching eyes  walks in, "Dinner is ready if you want to come down and eat, Phil made a burrito for you." So this one must be Dan and the other on is probably Phil. Don't blame me for not remembering they have literally the same hair style and they were about the exact same height.

I nod my head and he leads me to the kitchen. I can't help the feeling that I'm invading. I didn't deserve any help. Dan should have just ignored me and let me die there in the unfamiliar London rain.
Phil, I think, points me to where the burrito is. I take it and sit down at their breakfast bar. Dan, I believe, sits down next to me, and Phil follows his suit sitting next to Dan.
"Ha, Phil is this, what, the first time we ever sat down on this breakfast bar?" Dan asks Phil as Phil's head whips around.
"Probably." He chuckles. Why don't they ever sit at their breakfast bar? They don't have a dinner table or anything, so they eat in the couch? Eating on the couch is something I'm far too familiar with. And that's when the flashbacks come again...

Mom! Can you make dinner for me? It's already 7. No reply. Whatever she must just be tired again. Some people came and told me in school the other day that they were apart of an organization called "DFS" I think. They said that they may have to take us away to a different place because mom was really tired. I don't want to leave mom.
Dads in his bedroom sleeping as well. He has cancer. I don't really know exactly what it all does to you, I just know it's bad and I was told that he had a plant called a tumor in his brain that keeps growing, and it's an unwanted plant, so if we don't keep getting rid of it, then it will take over dad's whole brain and he might die.

I don't think he will die, daddy's too strong for that. Level 4 doesn't mean anything.

"James!" I yell at my 4 year old brother. "What do you want to eat?" I ask, pretending that there was more than just sprite and pizza rolls.

I used to be allowed to have coke, but the doctors I went to don't let me. They say any anything but diet sprite in soda wise I don't get or else I will have another seizure. My seizures are strange. They're never like the ones you hear about. For me it's the most terrifying and painful experience. I'll be totally normal then all the sudden the seizure starts and I begin shaking terribly the shakes then grow more and more violent when all of the sudden it feels as though someone has stabbed me in the back, digging through my insides into my stomach. That's when I scream. I have a blood curdling scream, and muffle myself with a pillow. That was a few months ago, and I did this once or twice a day. This was before dad was diagnosed with cancer and my mom gave birth to Carl. My dad drove me to the hospital one time when it lasted for over twelve minutes. Usually it only lasts up to two minutes. So that's when they found out it wasn't physical pain, that I had mental scaring and that I needed to stay in this hospital for a while.

"Pizza rolls, Claire!" He answered

"I stick them in the microwave and once they were finished I gave them to him. Then I gathered my fathers medicine and gave it to him, with some water. James slept with his lights on because he was afraid of Bowser. Carl was already asleep in the living room. I turn on Lady in the Tramp and end up watching ihascupquake I think that was the last time I watched YouTube.

I'm snapped back into reality when I feel Phil's touch on my arm. "Blair are you okay?" He asked concerned.

Oh I did it again, I remembered something then froze for a bit. That happens in my memory too, I remembered those damn seizures. "Yes." I answer

"Okay, well do you want a soft drink? We have coke and-"
I cut him off. "Nopers thank you I'm not really that hungry. I'll go upstairs." I answer running up the stairs and collapsing into the bed. This is gonna be a long night.