Choose. (A Kellic & Fuenciado FanFic)

Chapter : One.

I sat in the car, watching my father from the window as he walked to the car. He opened the door.

"Hey, Taylor. Do you have everything?" He asked as he started the car.

"Yeah Dad. I have everything. Wheres Luke?" I replied. Luke is my 8 year old brother.

"Oh... Luke is inside with your mother ..." He said, nervously.

Right then, my brother came outside screaming and crying. He threw his suitcase into the car as he settled himself into his carseat. His face was red, which made his blue eyes look so bright. His little nose kept sniffling. Moments after, my mom brought her suitcase and threw it into the trunk. She walked around the car, past my window, giving me a nasty look and moving on. She muttered bitterly to herself and sat herself in the passenger seat of the car, slamming the door.

My mother was a slim lady, brunette with bright blue eyes, like my brothers and my fathers. She was about 5'7, but always wore way too expensive high heels. My mother has ... anger issues.

I looked over to my left at my brother sympathetically, and he looked back. He had stopped crying by now, but his face was still red. His brown bangs looked so terrible that they made me feel worse for him, actually.

"What happened?" I whispered to him. Even though I knew it had something to do with my mom.

"M-mom hit me again-" He sniffled. "It hurt really bad and I started crying but she said to 'shut up' and so I started crying more and she pushed down my Lego town and told me to go t-to the car." He whispered back.

"Y'all ungrateful fuckin' children better not be talkin' about me!" My mom yelled from the frontseat, applying makeup infront of the rear view mirror. I looked at my reflection. I have black hair with green at the ends. Contrary to the rest of my family, my eyes are brown. I've always been different from them. I always will be.

"Stop lookin' at yourself you selfish little brat!" My mother said , catching my attention. I looked away from the mirror.

I was in the car for several hours. I was going to Florida for our summer vacation, but my father was taking me to a Sleeping with Sirens concert in five days.