Forever & Always [ J.G | C.D ]

50- Carly

 My feet bounced off each step quickly, as my nose followed the sweet scent of delicious food. But. most importantly it was my mother's cooking. Something that didn't quite compare from fast food and microwavable chimichangas. You would think as a kid you'd love living without your parents, and counting down the days until you moved out... Well, kids stay at home as long as you can because nothing compares to one of your parent's home cooked meals. It also was not fun preparing it yourself, or having to remind yourself to eat, or you know acting nonchalantly like you aren't hungry because you don't want to cook that night. It also was not fun being shacked up with a bunch of teenage boys-- Need I say any more? Teenage boys are some hungry savages.

"Mom!" I called out, reaching the bottom step.

"Living room," her kind voice answered back.

I turned to the left walking down the long hallway that led to the kitchen and the living room. My mother laid on the leather chaise with one of her many romance novels in hand, beams of sunlight splashing over her tanned body, the large windows in the living room all open. Facing our very green backyard, and a crystal blue pool that was definitely calling my name. And my now rusted swing set sat lonely in the backyard up against the 6ft tall chestnut fence. I don't think I have used that thing for years, just another painful memory-- I stared out the window long fully watching two faded figures pump back and worth on the little plastic swings trying to see who could go the highest. That's all it was.. just a painful reminder. Cameron and Nash sat across from my mother playing one of their shooting games, they yelled aimlessly at the TV. And little Sky was snuggled up to her favorite brother watching him play. Both boys groaned out in frustration there avatars being camped by their rival enemy team.

"Fuck you suck Cameron," Nash yelled, dropping his paddle in annoyance.

"Mom!" Sky squealed, "Nash said a bad word."

"Skylynn what have I told you about tattle tailing?" My mother scolded softly, "And Nash please set a good example for your younger sister."

I giggled quietly, missing how my family acted when we were all together. I headed towards the kitchen, my nose still taking my feet on a journey. A white crock pot sat on the counter. A delicious smell escaped from it, and the meat inside looked tasty. One of my favorite meals; beef on a bun. I looked out the patio doors, Hayes sat down on one of the faux mesh chairs outside. A strange expression on his face. He looked almost like he was yelling at somebody over the phone. Which was definitely a little strange considering he was always the chill brother who never resulted to any form of violence. Curiosity got the best of me, and my feet once again carried me to another place. I leaned up against the door frame careful to stay out of sit. The door was already opened a crack but his voice was fairly muffled.

"I can't do it!" He growled angrily into the phone, "Make some else your puppet."

What the fuck. Who could he even be talking too.

"Tsk tsk," Cameron whispered into my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist whole his chin rested on my shoulder, "spying on you brother? I never took you to be that low."

"Let go," I hissed, trying to worm out of his grasp.

"Make me," he taunted, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

"Cameron Dallas. I swear to god," I warned. The feeling of being trapped fueling my anger.

"I'll let you go if you promise me something," he froze his lips hovering over my neck, "Let me tell you my story."

"Fine. Just let me go," I huffed out, brushing my body away from his.

"In 20 minutes when Hayes is inside-- We'll meet at our spot," he whispered walking back into the living room.

My feet went stiff and my body felt as if it were turning to stone. He remembered...