Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 16

Sooo, I just read it and found A LOT  of typos that I am too lazy to fix today, so please do show me mercy. Thanks... :p
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Why?

Have you ever realized how overused that questions is? You ask that question and get the answer you want but it doesn't satisfy you. So why ask it?

For example, you could ask your cheating boyfriend; why did you have to cheat on me? Of course it takes him years to gather up his answer before he lamely says; Baby, I'm sorry! It will never happen again.

The examples goes on and on and on; what's my point? My point is that I've been told on multiple occasions that the most important question is why. You've never got a good enough answer until you've asked why.

What does my sudden obsession with why have to do with anything?

Well, although I've been told that why is a very good questions to ask, and I've asked it a million times. I have yet to find out why I play such an important role in this whole ordeal. Everyone seems to know my worth except for me.

"Why do you look like your in dire need to fart?" Came Leos smart remark as he took the seat opposite me. His smug expression was quite irritable but I said nothing, "seriously, you looked constipated."

"I'm fine," I reply simply while slumping back into my chair.

He shrugs his shoulder before pulling out his phone, "No family member of mine ever slouched. Sit up."

"Why should I listen to you?" Was my quick reply, nonetheless I found myself sitting up in my seat. He didn't respond to me but instead continued to do whatever on his phone.

Like a creep, I found myself staring at Leo. His thick black hair cut short over his head, grey eyes focused deeply on his phone, how could I not have notice that he was family before? He looked every bit of family.

Mother never mention him though, so how could I know? She never even made a slight slip up about having a nephew let alone a sister. Better yet, mother never even mention her parents before. Ive asked about them on many occasions but never received an answer. Dad never bother to mention any of it either.

Dad was like a shadow to mom. Where she went he went and everything she did he felt the need to follow after. Don't get me wrong, dad put his foot down when he disagreed with the things she did, but that wasn't a common thing. He mostly sat back and observed. If he wasn't following mom around then he was entertaining his kids, or reading a book.

I was brought up in normalcy. When my little brother died, nobody really spoke on it. Everyone kept hush and tried to forget. I wasn't exactly as close to him as I should have been because he went to a boarding school. The boarding school thing never made since to me because he was so young but I was too young to question it. 

"What can you tell me about our family?" Was my question to break the sudden silence. Leo looked up at me and frowned.

"What cant you tell me?"

Now it was my turn to frown at him, "Come again," I felt my eyebrows go up in question as he simply stared at me. "Im being -"

"I know your being serious and so am I," He says simply, placing his phone back into his pocket. "You asked me a question and I aim to answer it. So I ask again; what cant you tell me?"

Have I ever mention before that I hate when people challenge my brain? Its an insult to me when I'm immediately confused. Especially when the question is made harder then what it has to be.