Broken Till Dawn

5: Not them again.

I began to run, again, as I felt Kevin nearing me. "I promised you're coming home with me Alex, not branden, or ryan, or kevin, or grayson. ME. And that's a promise I intend on keeping."

Suddenly, I fell into someone's masculine chest. "SHAWN?!" I gave him al, and looked behind me, "Bring him home, to my house, please. Don't come back."

"What?? You're coming with me Lana."

"No, take him and go, please." He looked like he was debating. "GO THEY'RE COMING!" So he ran, and didn't look back, thank god. Suddenly, I felt a grip on my arm. I whimpered, I was a little scared.

He loosened his grip, but that still wasn't enough. "Let go of me."

"Look lana, you need to hear me out-"

"Let me go."

"Lan-"

"LET GO OF ME!" I yanked my arm out of his hand, and backed up.

"Woah, are you okay?"

"No, but stay away. I can cause much more damage than you think."

"W-why? I'm your brother."

I scoffed. "You all lost that title a long time ago, believe me."

"I know we fucked up, but-"

"Fucked up is an understatement." I know I was angry with Noah, but I had a different kind of anger for my brothers. I did want to cry, but it wasn't sad tears, I was frustrated, angry, pained by it all. "Don't come near me."

"Kev, who are you talking to?" I held my breath as my now 22 year old brother approached us. His glare slowly landed on me, yet his eyes softened. "Wh-wa-ph-hu?" I smirked at his speechlessness.

"BRANDENNNNNN!" The drunken roar, and I recognized it, barely, as my 16 year old brother, the one who was 'kindest'; until that one night. "I swear to god he's so immature someti-" He looked at me, and it hurt. Memories flooded into my brain.

He looked at me, crying, watching my parents fight. We were so young, they were fighting over me. I was 5 at the time, and I didn't get it. Little 7 year old ryan looked at me. I remember hearing him, mumbling under his breath, "That PATHETIC crybaby. I swear she's gonna divorce our parents." I remember feeling betrayed. I completely began to ice myself out. Later that day, I remember ry and kev talking, "Don't you wish we had another brother instead of that obnoxious little brat?" they said. "I wish she would just die already." She began to hate them, a lot. They were confused, and always tried to help, but she pushed them away, because of the beatings as well. The saddest part of it all is, they never knew they heard her.

My eyes began to water, as I thought of them. As I thought of the things they said, they never really loved me. I snapped out of it as soon as I heard him. His voice, his image corrupted me. "Oh. My. God. How much did ya DRINK Ryan, Jes-" His reaction was more different than all of their's combined. His eyes did flood guilt, yes, but they turned hazel, and I knew what he was thinking. He felt HURT. Something he has no right to feel. My eyes have turned hazel as well, they change based off my mood, but mine were icy, sharp. He was the one who put me through EVERYTHING, and I HATE him. So I did what I expected. To snap.

"Well hello, pleasure meeting you AGAIN. Been a while hasn't it?"

"Alana?"

"So, he does speak. Want a cookie Branden? For guessing RIGHT?"

"Woah, saltyyyy." Ryan's STUPID COMMENTS.

"I have a right to be, Ryan, even your dumb ass alcoholic self knows THAT much."