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Family Feud

They told me it was a car crash, that my parents were taking me to the zoo but on the way there some other car swerved and crashed into us. My parents were killed on impact leaving me the sole survivor and living member of my family, and I was only five years old. Due to my age it meant that I didn't stay in care for long because I was in my cute phase where I was no longer a screaming baby or a moaning teenager, I was adopted within two months of being in the care system. 

My family are the Hemmings, they are the only family I've ever really known. I sometimes have vague memories of my birth parents and keep some belongings and photographs they had of us as a family but they are a mere ghost of my life now, the only life I've truly known is with the Hemmings. Liz, Andy, Jack, Ben and Luke. 

I was always treated as a genuine member of the family, never isolated purposely by them, that is excluding Luke. It's always been odd with him, when we were growing up, he being two years older than me at the time seemed to resent the idea of another person joining the family. My intentions with Luke were never hurtful or any form of malicious, all I wanted to do was feel like I belonged with this family seeing that the only one I had beforehand remained a memory to me in photographs. 

Going through the years me and my family had many ups, we all joked about things like any family would, except Luke would sometimes dismiss himself when I spoke up. When I met his friends around two years ago I made a close connection with Michael, someone who had previously had issues with Luke but became close friends. Luke didn't like me talking to his friends, he said they wouldn't like the real me leaving me isolated from him yet again. 

Mum said it was just a phase he was going through, that it happened with Ben and Jack and he would soon outgrow it. But five years later and me being sixteen and Luke eighteen it seems fairly sure that he hates me. 

All of the family were so proud when Luke's band made it, for a while it was hit and miss but with the help from One Direction they succeeded. When the band came back to Australia and if all of the family could make it we'd try and go to the shows, sometimes it would be a few of us, just mum and dad or just me. Except of late it was never just me, as I knew he wouldn't care. 

This week Luke is playing at the Hordern Pavilion, and since it's the last show of the tour we all planned to go, that is we. A few days before the show doubt started to cloud my mind about going, as all of the previous times played in my mind. How he would practically ignore me at the shows and the others would smile or talk to me instead, more than my adoptive brother would. How he would seem ungrateful to have me there, so why make him feel worse by being in his presence when instead I can stay at home where I feel comfortable for a short period before he comes back? 

Telling Dad was difficult, at first he didn't quite understand what I meant, that I didn't want to see Luke perform because to be frank, he hated me. After a while it seemed to make sense, and no matter how much both my parents tried to reason with me my mind was set, I won't ruin Luke's big night. "It's because I'm not blood." I stated as I walked off back to my room, ending the conversation between us as I heard them discuss a few things about Luke's attitude in hushed tones. 

For the rest of the day no one disturbed me as I sat in my room watching films and busying myself with other things, that way I wouldn't feel an unnecessary amount of guilt over nothing. "Bye love, we'll see you later tonight." My mum came in and gave me a tight hug, the type that held so much emotion that each feeling gripped onto you tighter than the last. "Luke doesn't hate you," She pulled away giving me a concerned look, but we all knew it. "it's just his way I guess." Sighing she gave me one last hug before heading out. 

I heard an array of farewells until the door closed, and I was left in the overbearing silence of my own thoughts. 

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