**Small town girl Ivy Knight has planned out her fate. She'll leave the small town known as Silver Falls and make something of herself. That is till Maddox Silver comes back to town after being away for years. Dealing with her fathers death, her mot...
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Falling on my ass a second time isn't how I pictured my Friday evening to look like, but when life gives you lemons. Or is that how you're supposed to use it? I'm not sure whatever. Groaning as I get to my feet Malcom glares at me. "Who the fuck was that? Why did you let them drop you off? Don't you know I'm in fucking debt! People out there use loved ones against people like me." Here we go again.
Malcom pulled this shit the first time I brought Adrianna over. I mean take it for granted she begged and begged till I did. Other than her and Maddox now, they're the only two that know where I live.
"Malcom this kid isn't after you. Trust me. Jesus should you even smoke. You're already paranoid enough with out the help of whatever it is you're on." Attempting a second time to head to my room im stopped but not by falling.
No.
By a hard grip on my upper arm and a seething older brother. "What the fuck did you say to me?"
"Nothing," Malcom lets go of my arm leaving a dark red, purplish mark on it and jesters with his head to go ahead. Not bothering to pick up my backpack I rush up the stairs. Opening and pushing my bedroom door closed as fast as can I throw myself on my bed.
Landing with a soft thud I cry into the mattress that has soaked up so many tears over the last two years. I cry the frustration of living the life I've been dealt. I know it could be worse but I just wished my family was some what normal or at least functional.
When dad was alive no one had to worry about if the bills would be paid or when, because no matter what he always had it covered. He made sure we always ate dinner together, he would make us laugh so hard our stomachs would hurt. He was our rock and when he died our family got buried with him. I can see it on the tombstone.
Here forever lies the love and joy of the Knight family.
A hard knock on my door makes me hurtfully wipe my face in the scratchy mattress thats known as my bed. "Come in." I lay my face on its side where I can look at who's entering.
"Hey i'm sorry. I didn't mean to grab you like that I brought you your backpack and an ice pack. Do you forgive me?" Slipping into my room Malcom walks cautiously to my bed side with my backpack in one hand and, a bag of frozen peas in the other.
I guess its the thought that counts. Sitting up in bed I grab the peas and place it on my throbbing arm. "thanks."
Setting my backpack down at my feet he kneels in front of me careful to not touch me again."Do you forgive me?" Rolling my eyes at him he smiles. "I love you too. Im going to head out for a little. Don't wait up. Tell mom I love her."
He knows we never ever see mom none of us. She's always gone or in that god forsaken room. He pats my knee and walks out my room. He actually was decently dressed for once.
My brothers are handsome all of them. It's their personalities that make them ugly. Evan is smart and is tall has black hair, blue eyes like dad, light skin, and freckles on his nose but only his nose. Malcom is skinny but built, average height, fawn hair like moms, and light brown eyes.
Luca is tall the tallest of the three at 6'6 how he got that tall no one knows or understands. Light skinned like all of us his oceanic blue green eyes is what makes him stand out from us, his hair a very light fawn color. He's easily the most attractive of all us siblings.
Me? Oh well I'm definitely the least attractive for sure. Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, freckles that are scattered on the bridge of my nose and cheeks, pale skin , and lets not mention how short I am.
Whatever. The throbbing on my upper arm is no longer there and I heard Malcom leave about five minutes after he came to say sorry. The coast is clear. Opening my door I stop and listen. The sound my ears pick up is the refrigerator that's so old I'm not even sure when it was installed.
Coast clear I make my way down the creaking staircase and begin to pick up the empty beer bottles laying around the floor. I wouldn't say my brother Malcom abuses me but he has given me a couple bruises here and there. He doesn't mean to do it and he always apologizes.
Malcom is the only family member I see as a constant. He's the one that signes all my school papers and report cards. Other then that the others are practically absent all the time. Evan likes to believe we aren't family that he's better then all of us. Luca you know the whole juvie, jail thing. So we'll see him when he gets back out.
Hands full with empty beer bottles I take them into the kitchen and throw them in the trash can. Reading the clock on the wall it reads a quarter passed seven. I can't even believe how slow time's moving today. Being home has never been something I liked not since mom started isolating herself from us, but I mean home is home.
