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Family Conflict

Hi there! No drawings or update but I wrote a short story. I don't know why I put it here but since I put this book in Random category, I put it here. Besides where else should I put this short story? This story is based on real life and I use first person point of view. Enjoy. ^_^

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The noises of children screaming and crying pierced my ears. I bet they were fighting over my mom's smartphone. I ignore their cries and wails and continued drawing.

I drew my favourite vocaloid, covered in blood holding a knife. I didn't know why but I started to enjoy drawing gory stuff and other people's pain.

As the eldest sibling, I did show empathy and care towards my siblings when they were hurt but that was just fake. Deep inside I enjoy seeing them crying.

I paid too much attention on my drawing that I didn't notice my only sister called me. She said my dad told me to take a bag and pack my brother clothes. She told me to not ask her why our dad told me so.

I was too lazy to do that so I just take a random paper bag and put in two or three shirts, just shirts and leave it on the floor.

My brother hadn't come home yet since this morning and he went out without telling our parents. I knew that my dad was going to kick him out of this house but I pretend to know nothing. He tried to do so a few months ago so I already expected this.

My brother, the second eldest had been the quite bad kid. Playing truant, went out to his friends house without anyone's knowledge, befriend with smokers, coming home late at night, of course my dad would be mad, right?

Someone came into the room where I had been drawing. It was my brother. As soon as he came in he went to his bed and quickly fell asleep. I just stay silent, hoping no one would talk to me.

My hope had been destroyed when my dad came in and asked me if I had packed his clothes. I, feeling to lazy and didn't want to mind other people's business, pointed him a paper bag on the floor near the door where he stood now.

My father woke my brother up and scolded him, told him to get out of his house as soon as possible if he didn't want to leave here again.

I ignored the fight between those two and continued drawing. I didn't care. It always happened since a few years ago and I had a feeling of running away from my houes to avoid meeting with my brother and my dad.

I didn't hate them. I just didn't like to get involved in their problems. I didn't want them to talk to me if it connected to their problem. Solve your own problem. Don't get me involve.

The next day, I found a luggage and my brother's school bag but he was nowhere to be found. I was sure he would be get out of this house soon. Or he was already now.

I started to wonder. I would cry if my siblings were punished by my dad but that was a long time ago. I was just a little kid at that time.

My brother and I used to be punished by him when we were kids for fighting each other. Now, my father didn't punish me anymore because I hadn't done anything wrong but my brother still did that he ended up being kicked out of the house by my dad.

Now, I didn't feel sad when my brother ran away from this house. I didn't know why I had become like this. I didn't care about my siblings anymore.

On the way back home from driving school, my mom talked about my dad to me. I didn't care but I pretend to hear her because I wanted to take care of her heart.

I might be cold and heartless but my mother was the only one who really close to me. She really loved her children and tried to solve the problem the good way.

I knew if I had any request I had to tell my dad but I usually told my mom first before I told him. I always felt awkward whenever I talked to my dad maybe because we didn't talk much. We even rarely met. He went out early in the morning and came home late. Just like my brother did.

My mom tried to call him but he didn't answer the call. My mom was worried that he would befriend with bad guys. I just thought, 'It's not my problem' but of course I wouldn't tell her. What's wrong with me?

At night, my mother got 3 missed calls from my brother. All my siblings approached her to ask about him.

I didn't want to hear anything about it and decided to get out of the room. Then, I heard a sound of a car beside the house.

My uncle went into the house and approached my mom. He asked where was Alif's house. I became curious and approached them who were now in the living room. My mom said she didn't know and told him to ask my little brother. Now I got it. My uncle wanted to meet my brother. He told my little brother to show him his house.

As soon as they went out, my grandmother came. She walked from her house to our house alone at night. She asked where my father was. I heard her voice shakened, holding her tears.

I quickly walked back into the room so no one talked to me. I didn't care about the problem so I didn't want to answer anyone's question with 'I don't know' answer. They would blame me for the reason that I didn't know.

I really wanted to run away from this house when I heard the sound of a motorcycle. My dad had come home.

I heard my grandmother scolding my father. Her voice was muffled due to the sound of the rain and she was crying at the same time.

I closed the door of the room tightly and grabbed my phone, searching for songs. Then, my little brother told me he wanted to go to the kitchen to drink but I stopped him. I wouldn't let him open the door. I know he was curious about what was happening outside.

I gave him sharp glare when he tried to stand. He did the same thing to me. I started to lose my patience and threatened to hit him. He quickly looked away and played games on laptop.

After a while, my mother came in and told me my grandmother walked home in the heavy rain alone. My dad wasn't in the house so I thought he went searching for my brother.

Not long after that, my uncle came back. He said my brother would be coming home tomorrow and he'd be staying at my grandmother's house. After that, he went home.

My mom asked my little brother if he found his big brother at his friend's house. I quockly avoided from hearing their conversation by looking at my other brother playing games on laptop. Before knowing it, my mother had went out of the room.

I thought what would happen next? What would happen when my brother and my father met?

I didn't want to get involved in their conflict is the reason why I always ignored the conversations about it and hoped those two didn't talk to me.

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What happen next? Actually, I don't know because it doesn't happen yet. If anything happens, do you want me to continue? Is it boring? You don't like it? If you don't, I'll delete this part.