I was sitting next to Jack and Bobby. And I could get you that they were ignoring me on purpose. I sat there not eating. I didn't see the purpose.
"So, Rosabelle. What part of New York are you from?" Evelyn asked. Not looking up from plate, I answered,
"New York City."
"Explains your accent, dear." I hummed. It was an awkward silence until I scoffed and got up. I walked upstairs ignoring Evelyn's calls.
Third pov
Evelyn sat back down and stared the boys down. They looked a bit guilty.
"She is your new sister whether you like it or not. She has a bad past and has been in the system since she was 3 days old. Go apologize now. "
Rosabelle pov
I was upstairs writing some lyrics down to my song. (this song is not hers nor mine. All credits go to the owner.)
"You don't own me. I'm not just one of your many toys. You don't own me. Don't say I can't go with other boys." I sang softly. Frustrated I couldn't find other words.
I threw the notebook at the end of the bed as a knock was at the door.
"Wha'?" I asked tiredly. The door opened and I saw my supposedly 4 brothers.
"Hey Rosabelle. We just, um, say we were sorry for the way we acted downstairs." Jeremiah said. I nodded,
"Apology fuckin' accepted." Bobby chuckled.
"At Least you have the Mercer cursing habit." Jack saw my notebook and picked it up. He read some of it before I jumped off the bed and tore it away from him. I threw it towards my bags that hasn't been unpacked.
"So-'' Jack tried to apologize but I cut him off,
"Don't worry 'bout it." I sat back down thinking of a title to my song. When I looked up, I expected to see them gone but they were still here.
"Why are ya guys still here?" I asked.
"We wanted to get to know ya better." They found places to sit. Bobby sat on my bag bean chair, Angel sat on my office chair, and Jack and Jerry sat on my bed.
"So, what do you like to do?" Jack asked.
"Uh, music. And some other stuff." I said not wanting to admit to my activities.
"So, Sorry to get personal, but ma said that ya been in the system since 3 days old. Why?" Bobby asked.
"My parents died." I said simply.
"I'm sorry." Angel said.
"It's fine. I'm trying ta find the murderer but it ends in a dead end." I said.
"What would ya do if ya found the murderer." Bobby asked leaning on his knees.
"Uh,.. Take him to the police." I lied. They didn't seem to believe me. But whatever.
