Chapter 3

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Leon's POV:
I was laying on my bed, recalling yesterday's events in my head. How Mel got all angry and then realised what she had done and got all flustered. Mel, hmm, I wonder if anyone calls her that. She always looks so uncomfortable, why?

My thoughts were interrupted by shouting coming from downstairs.
"YOU don't know what she needs, i'm her mother"
"Look at her... Just look you idiot" my father snapped back
"Oh I'm an idiot now".

I face planted my pillow and sighed. Why did they always argue in front of her? I quickly ran down the stairs, already knowing what to expect.
I found Mila, my 6 year old sister, sitting on the kitchen table crying, whilst she watched my parents fight.

Mila had bone cancer and my parents always argued over her. She was sick of it and so was I. Eventually, we all knew that because she had it since she was a baby, it would break her bones and... And.. She.. Sh-

She would die.

My father's face was beetroot red and he griped my mothers arm and  stepped forward. I charged in between them, raging and slapped my dad's arm back
"Back off, dad, now" I said with fury in my voice. He turned around and walked out, and my Mum followed, like she always does.

I looked at my sister and lifted her chin up, talking her hands away from her face. She looked back at me with her bright, blue pleading eyes and blonde locks. She definitely got her looks of me. I sat on the chair next to her and lifted her on my lap, tickling her while she laughed.

"Leon.. St-.. Stop!" she cried out in between laughs. I grinned at her.
"Don't take any notice of them" I reassured her. She sighed and then snickered.

"It's hard not to". We both went upstairs and I bounced back into my bed. You see, I might have this whole bad boy persona thing going on but Melissa and I are not all that different.

I have to keep the act up for the people. Of course I will never admit that but it's true.

I have a controlling dad, a controlled Mum, a sick sister, and then there's me.

Maybe one day that will change.. Maybe.

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