HE'S My Step-brother?

CHAPTER 5

"I'm not going to answer that." then I turn to leave to go outside and I hear loud laughing and Louis scolding Niall. "

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 Jo's POV:

I chuckle to myself about their silliness and walk up to the trampoline.  I hop up and jump around then hear the door open then running footsteps up to the tramp.

"Are you sure that you're ok?" Liam asks

"Oh Liam," I say as I do a flip "I'll be fine," another flip "I just need," flip again.

"STOP FLIPPING AND TALK TO US!" Michael yells. I was in mid flip so I fell down when I landed.

"AH! Shit Mike!" 

"Look what you did Mike!" Liam says.

"Jo!  Shit!  Are you ok?"

I start to laugh as I bounce up and down in a seated position. "Dude stop being so tense!  I fall all the time! It's part of my sport!" I say with a shrug. "Besides, I just need to practice my tumbling for my beam routine and then I'll come inside to make ya'll happy." I get up and go to the end where my phone is and Calum was standing there.

"Pass me my phone?" He looks at me with wide eyes and doesn't move.  Luke nudges him in the rib and he reaches down, grabs it, and hands it to me.  

"Thanks." 

"I need music for this" I say as I pull up my music app. I click shuffle and "Harlem" by New Politics comes on.  I jump to the middle of the tramp and started doing my double fulls.

"Jo... You're going to die from that stuff!" Louis says

"Probably" I reply while setting up to do back kick layout.  I complete the flip and stick the landing.

"How long have you been doing gymnastics?" Zayn asks

"Let's see.... I'm 17 now and I started when I was two... so 15 years!" I finish my sentence and do a front aerial.

"Wow that's really cool.  Why have you done it that long?" Ashton asks.

"Yeah! Are you going to the Olympic Games?" Harry asks

"How many bones have you broken?" Calum asks

"How do you spend time with your family? What about your dad?" Louis asks. That one turns my head. 

"Jeez!  If you guys are going to keep on asking me questions then I can't train and I get better. So if you are going to bug me more then just leave!" I snap at them and they all look at me with wide eyes filled with shock.

None of them make a move so I go over to Calum and he backs up. I hop off the trampoline, grab my phone, and walk towards the house. Once I was half way to the door I turned around to see then watch my retreating figure and said, "I'm sorry... Don't follow me." 

With that I walk the rest of the way to the door and go through the door and up to my room.

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I was laying down on my bed with my ear buds in my ears but no music was playing.  How do you spend time with your family? What about your dad? Dad. I  hate that word. Dad. It is a terrible word. He is  a terrible person. I lift up my left wrist and trace my fingers over my fading scares. He made me do that. My dad and I did not have a good relationship. At all.  I had to live with him for 15 years then my mom finally got the message of how bad it really was when she put us in counseling and the counselor told her that I had depression and I was at risk. At risk of... killing myself.  And I truthfully was at risk. I tried four times and none off them successful.  I was put into the hospital one time for overdose on sleeping pills.  Self harm was my relief.  Now I have scares to prove. I'm not proud of them. I want to forget.  My pastor at my church told me that I now have a testimonial to share with people and that I can share my story with people to make them stronger.  But in reality, I'm still fighting.  I'm not through it all yet. I'm on pills to make me better. But I have a secret, I don't take them. I took them for a year at most and I got tired of feeling like a druggie, so I stopped talking the pills and my acting just got better.