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Chapter 5

I awake startled, thinking I was in my house and surprised to see the room before me until I remembered this was my dads house.
Fuckty fucken fuck.
I hate this room, I just can't sleep in this every night, I can't even stand in it. I don't know why but the room gave off a feeling that made me sad, and made me feel as if I was missing something.
I guess it's all the pink, transforming my dark soul. I can't have that. I thought shrugging off the unwanted feeling.

I looked down at what I was wearing, realising I didn't change out of what I had on yesterday.
I dressed into black ripped jeans and a baggy 'my chemical romance' t-shirt. Putting my phone in my pocket with my headphones I wondered out of my bedroom, retracing the maze of Treacherous turns Harry had lead me through last night when he showed me to my room.
I ended up in the entrance room, where I could see the kitchen from a window-like hole in the middle of the wall.
Once I made it into the room, I saw what appeared to be two sisters sitting at opposite sides of a massive table.
They were eating a well made omelet that smelled so good, and looked amazing. I steeped forwards almost knocking a vase off of its small stand, but I caught it just in time. When I looked back at the two on the table, they were looking right at me. The younger one looked as if she was about to burst out laughing.
"Hi" I said and waved, radiating awkwardness. "And you are?" The older one said in a posh, disgusted voice well looking down on me as if I were a mere insect or speck of mud on her shoe.
"Dillon, but call me d" I replied, "your Daddys daughter?" The younger girl around my age  replied looking Disgusted as well. "That would be me?" I replied shyly, geussing that 'daddy' was John, my dad. "Your so fat and ugly. To bad you didn't get your dads genes, it must all have been your mothers" the older one said looking at me as if I was the most revolting human in the plant, and it made me want to puke. It made me want to crawl out of my skin. It made me mad, but it also made me so sad and self conscious that I wanted to add another mark on my wrist. I took a deep breath and berried the feelings keeping my face masked of all emotions besides for a sweat smile. So, this was my dads family. Meeting them was going so well... "so, um, do you know where John is?" I asked after a minute of steering at each other, silently judging one another, the older one replied with,  "He left in a hurry this morning, I guess it was to get away from you".
"Oh... ok... what's your name?" I asked ignoring my tearing heart and the hurt full words as much as I could.
"Valerie, and this is my daughter Amber" she replied well she ate, not making eye contact with me. God she only looked a few years older than her daughter, she must have had plastic surgery.
I hated her already. She reminded me of the evil steep mother from Cinderella. "But you can call me Mrs Adams" she said in a rude rush of words.
"O-ok, if that's what you want" I replied shocked. What was up with this woman?

A sliding door opened on the opposite side of the room, and in came an adorable kind of cute looking guy, he was my age with black hair and baby blue eyes. We made eye contact for a split second, before he scanned me and frowned at the other twos backs that weren't facing him, looking as if they were ignoring him.
"Have you had breakfast?" He asked me, "no" I replied with a questioning gaze. "Good, follow me" as I walked away I could feel the judgemental gazes from the other two follow me, and I couldn't remember how to walk. One foot in front of the other, k reminded myself.

I was finally able to follow him into a big, nice looking modern kitchen. I sat on a stool well he started to make a smoothie with colourful ingredients.
"What's your name?" I asked, "Alex" he replied.
"Thank you so, so much for saving me" I exclaimed absolutely relieved that I was out of the room the other two were in. "The pleasure was all mine" he chuckled and I joined in. "So, why are you here, are you related to them?" I asked
"Yeah. I'm Ambers full brother, so I'm your step brother" he replied. What? But dad never told me there was a step brother. "John and I have some disagreements, so I understand if you haven't herd about me"  he said reading my mind with, a sad yet hateful look in his eye, which feed my curiosity.
Why didn't dad tell me I had a steep brother? What is the disagreement about?
"I'm glade your my step brother" I stated he smiled and turned on the blender. The colourful fruits turned in to a mass of green as the machine blended them together.