The Sinclair Boys

Chapter 1: This House No Longer Feels Like Home

Dedicated to I_Make_Covers for making my wonderful story ad for the Sinclair Boys! On the side is a banner I made for Adeline (again) and next chapter should give you the first look at a Sinclair boy :) The song on the side is the one I listened to for this chapter. It's kinda sad, but it's my Clove and Cato song ( I love them :( ) so of course I was kinda using my sadness from them to right this 'goodbye' kinda chapter.

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Chapter 1: This House No Longer Feels Like Home

Do you ever feel like you don't belong? Do you feel like there is something missing from your life? Like, there is this whole part of your heart that is just not there? Maybe you need to find it. Or maybe it was torn from you completely, never to return.Like it was for me.

It has been a whole year. My parents were murdered a year ago by people who just ran away from the scene. I was home with Jacob and Bri that night.

"Why do you get to pick the movie?" Jacob complained, flopping down next to me on the couch, slinging his arm along the back. He smelt wonderfully of cologne; not drugs.

"Because I actually am a part of "Girls' Night"," Bri retorted from her spot on the floor in front of the TV, where she was putting on a movie for me and her to watch. Jake had just ordered pizza and decided to join us.

"Oh, come on! Eclipse is the dumbest movie in the world! Werewolves and vampires... yeah-fricken-right." Jake grabbed the remote from the table next to him, flicking the movie off. "Let the Movie Master handle this."

Getting up, Jake strode across the room to the movie shelf, where it held a collection of DVD's. I stayed quiet, knowing two things:

1) I couldn't stop them from fighting.

And 2) They would let nature take it's course eventually.

Bri blocked Jake's way, grabbing the remote from his one huge hand with two of hers. Looking him in the eyes with a stern defiance, Bri replied with a smirk, "I hope you don't mean yourself."

That started it. The worst night of my life.

There was screaming, yelling, pushing, shoving, flying DVD's and a remote that seemed to be the trophy of the battle. It was all innocent, until Bri pulled the DVD player, trying to unplug it and take it away.

But she must have pulled too hard. Jacob was behind her on the ground, wrestling her for it. The large box-screen TV we had came tumbling down from it's perch in the wall. The force of the hit on Jacob's back and head was enough to crack the screen, and he laid on the floor in a still heap.

Bri's scream was louder than mine.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Maybe that's the pizza man! He can help us! I'll stay here," Bri told me, rushed. She gently took his body out from under the TV, checking his pulse. "He has time. HURRY!"

I found my legs, launching up and over to the door with shaky hands. When I was finally able to open the door, I came face to face with Officer Dean Morris and his 'bad news' face.

The wind rustled my hair into my face. I wrapped my jacket closer, so it was hugging my body gently. The eerie silence of the St. John's Burial Grounds was consuming me. Consuming my thoughts, my breaths, everything, until everything was slow and quiet.

My parent's headstones were side-by-side. My mother's was plain and simple; just like her. Rounded top, carved letters, soft green grass that covered her coffin. My father's was much different. Noticeable and loud; like him. It was hand carved- a tall stone statue of him with gold en-crested letters that cost a fortune. The only similarity was the bouquet of black roses I had placed on each of their graves. Their favorite flower.