Secrets

Prologue

A/N: Okay. So, if there is any misunderstandings, don't hesitate to comment below :) Enjoy! x -Meg

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College.

It is where all the fun starts is what that say. By fun, they probably meant parties, drinking, and sex. I cringe at the thought. I never, ever was the girl who is always involved in those activities. My parents had never allowed it. But, to be honest with you, I drank once and I hated it. I hated the bitter taste that burns when you swallow, and the outcome after you drink too much. Indeed, I joined a party once but that was the first and last party I will ever go to. Blame my brother. A party animal pretty much explains his ego. The sad thing is, I’ve been avoiding him since the time he had shut me off completely. To think about it makes me want to cry all over again. I never had spoken or neither made contact with him since then. If that’s how he wants it, he gets it. But no matter what, he will always be my brother and my best friend. But is he still my best friend though?

“We’re here.”  Ben, my step dad spoke, breaking up the silence in the quiet ride. I got out of the silver Ford Edge without hesitation and stepped onto the green grass that was covered in a thin layer of snow. I walked to the trunk of the car, the calming sounds of the snow flurry crushing under my boots as I helped Ben with the huge luggage that was sitting there in the same position we had put it last time.

As you can see, I never call Ben my father. It’s just I’m really not used to calling him that name, even though he had lived with us for over seven years now. It’s really weird. But at least I’ve got his family name. My brother didn’t though. He stuck to the surname, Tomlinson.

“Are you okay honey?” I heard a gentle voice beside me, startling me. I looked at my mother.

“Is he ever going to speak to me? Will he come back?” I asked softly, stopping to look at the soft, comforting eyes of my mother.

“Of course he will.” My mother smiled, comforting me by putting a hand on my cheek.

“It’s been five years now mom. I don’t think he’ll ever come back.” I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from crying all over again.

My mother didn’t say anything but just pulled me into a comforting hug. It seems like I’ve been asking this question all over again. My mother didn’t care though and decided to just comfort me though it. Just the same as Ben. It’s like I’ve gone paranoid by the things that had happened the past years.

Growing up, I’ve been a happy child. It had been different really. Along with my brother who is always goofing around, making me laugh at his jokes, and being there for me. He was a big part of my life then. But now, it’s like it’s all fading away slowly. Although I still love him.

“We should head inside. I’ll go make you hot chocolate okay?” My mother gave me a smile after we both pulled away. I nodded, smiling slightly. To be honest, I’m grateful to have such caring parents. Not everyone get’s parents like mine.

Tiny white snowflakes started drifting as the wind current blew faster making me shiver at the slight coldness that had crept up my spine. Unfortunately for me, I decided to wear a thin blazer and leggings. I cursed at myself for wearing those and had mentally face palmed. At least I wore a scarf and gloves right? Not to mention the hat I’m wearing isn’t helping me keep warm at all.

I quickly followed foot inside the two story house, bringing the leftover luggage with me.

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Unpacking always causes stress to me. I just hate it. Putting away things isn’t my cup of tea but I force myself anyways. I don’t really need my parents help, otherwise it would be kind of embarrassing that a young adult like me needs to call my mother to help me unpack. I need to at least try to be an independent person. Not to mention I’m still living under their roof, but I don’t complain. It’s best to live with them than to live alone on my own.

A knock on my door had caught my attention and I decided to rest for a little bit.

“Come in.”

My mother came in my room with a plate of fresh made cookies and a mug of hot chocolate. It’s nice seeing my mother this way, knowing she’ll always be busy when it comes to work. As a child, she always makes me and my brother the best cookies. She would always make it even so that both me and my brother wouldn’t fight for the last cookie. It’s really a funny story though because we’ll just play rock, paper, scissors. In the end, we both would just break it in half.

“I just made a fresh batch knowing you’ll need a little snack.” She says as she placed the cookies and hot chocolate on the nightstand.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, smiling thankfully at her as I grabbed the mug, taking a sip, and letting the hot goodness calm me down. This actually helps despite of the cold weather outside.

I looked at my window, eyeing the tiny snowflakes carefully as they slowly and softly fall from the darkening sky above. Some even landed on the tree in the side of my window, creating a little flurry. Some leaves fell from the tree as the breeze grew stronger.

“Looks like there’s going to be a little snowstorm. You better wear your jumper.” My mother broke up the silence. I nodded, still looking out the window, enjoying the comfy, pleasant view.

A few minutes later of just the both of us having small talk, she decided to go downstairs and help Ben cook supper. It’s been a while since I’ve done this bond with my mom. She had always been busy and hardly have any time for me. I just hope my moving here in Denver makes it all different.