US TWO (SHEO BOOK 2)

Home never felt like home

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you ?"

Theo squeezes my arm tighter this time, his puppy eyes just went wider and wider and worriness is the only thing that fills it.

"Theo," I let his arm off me.

"I'm only going for one week. Besides, you should go to New York to visit Barbara too right?"

He sighs.

"Oh come on Theo," I punch his arm slow.

"It's not like we're leaving eachother for bad thing, we left to see our own families right?"

He stares down then finally let his arm off me.

"Right," He breathes heavily.

I smile wide.

And in a second Theo pulls me into another deep hug,

"I will miss you. So much."

I whisper back to his ear, "I'm going to miss you too love"

"Okay.." He let go of me when I realized that I still have a plane to catch.

"See you really soon?" He asks.

"Really soon," I wave back, before dissapearing from his vision.

Washington DC, here I come.

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The only family I have left are my little brother Matthewand sick father Donald. I don't know if he's still sick or not. Not that sick, but sick as in 'crazy'. He has always been drunk ever since our mom left when we were young. My dad cheated and made our mom turned crazy mad which made her decided to left him, to left us.

My dad also turned crazy after she left us. He drank alot and barely came home everynight. I told myself to work hard and be succesful to leave my house. And now I did. And I felt really bad for leaving my brother alone in there...

Matthew...

How is he now? What does he look like?

Matthew is only three or four years younger than me, he must have reached 15/16 right now.

I stopped in front of my door.

Knocked it once,

twice,

"JUST GET IN!" Shouted a lazy groan of my father's.

I picked up my bag then got in.

My house.

Still the same.

I close my eyes and took a deep breath. Flashes of images of dark memories of my childhood started appearing in my head;

Mom yelling at dad,

dad yells back then threw his bottles of beers off the ground;

Me and Matthew peeking over from the stairs,

And Matthew would end up crawling with me to the corner and cry together.

I open my eyes wide and realized that it all has passed. I've been through all of that.

"Dad?" I call, stepping in to the living room to shout his name again,

"Dad!"

And I heard tables being smacked with heavy hands from the dining room. I walk over to see what's happening,

"Dad!"

And there sat around three or four old gross looking man, playing poker in my dining room. With my dad.

"Who are you?" Asked my dad, eyes half open.

"Oh- Shailene- long time no see" He lightly says. The other old man exchanged look to the other which made me felt like just moving out from their zone.

I made my way up the stairs to knock on my brother's door,

"Matthew?"

No answer.

I put my ear on his door.

A sob...

I opened the door quick,

"Matthe-"

Oh crap.

Blood.