Being Nash Grier's Sister

Chapter 7

Liv's P.O.V:

I wake up to something cold and stingy hitting my cheek.

I shoot up, and all the guys are laughing hysterically.

"Y'all are a group of mother fuckers, you know that?" I hiss at them.

"Awe! Bae isn't a morning person," Matt comes and hugs me.

I push him off. "Don't call me that,"

I grab Hayes by his shirt and pull him into the hallway.

"What the hell was that?" I angrily ask.

He shrugs, "Liv, it was a joke, loosen up a bit,"

"If it happens again, I swear to the good heavens above, I will freak out."

I walk back into my room and grab some clothes.

"What are you doing?" Nash looks at me weird.

"Taking a shower, why?" I look back at him.

"We're going to the beach though," he pouts.

I roll my eyes at his immaturity. "I need a massage. My back and neck are killing me,"

He rolls his eyes. "It's always about you,"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now, Nash? Honestly, it is never about me! Ever since you started all of this, it has been about you! I wanna do something for me, and I just need a break. You don't get how damn bad it feels to be living in the shadows of your world-famous brothers. You have no fucking clue." I snap at him, tears rolling down my face.

I dart out the door and towards the staircase. I hear footsteps behind me, so I keep running until I reach eight floors above ours.

There's a vending machine, so I hide behind it.

"I-I saw her," Hayes breathes heavily, "She came onto this floor,"

"She has to come back. She has no phone, money, or clothes," Johnson reassures him.

I sneak back to our floor and see all of them leave for the beach. I go into my room and find my makeup bag.

I open the CoverGirl powder that I never use and find it. A pencil sharpener blade.

I had never thought that I would end up doing this to myself again, especially since I have sports and my brothers to help me not think about it.

I lock the door, and slide down the wall. I take all my bracelets off, I had always worn them since I was about eleven, now they have a use.

I clutch the blade in between my fingers, and look at the innocent skin I'm about to shred open again. I slice it, not too deep, and it hurts for a minute, then it feels good.

One for lashing on my brothers.

Two for Nash and Hayes.

Three for hurting them both.

I had three little slices on each wrist.

I cleaned then off, put my new best friend away, and put a long-sleeved sweatshirt on.

I heard the guys outside.

Shit.

I grabbed my Adidas backpack, and put my laptop, charger, phone and charger, clothes, and money into it as they walked inside.

"Where are you going?" Aaron was oblivious to my little outburst this morning.

"I don't know yet," I sigh and try to get through them. I do not succeed.

"You're not going anywhere, Liv. Sit down," Nash scolds me, and I oblige, not wanting to piss him off more than I already have.

"Can you give us and Hayes a minute?" He looks at the guys and everyone except Hayes leaves.

"Why did you want to leave?" Nash has hurt and confusion written all over his face.

"I told you, I need a break. I wanna go home, I'm better off there anyways," I mumble the last part so he can't hear me.

"Well, too bad. You need to stay here. If you don't listen, you'll be in some deep shit with mom." He talks to me like I'm a kid.

I roll my eyes. "Fine,"

This is exactly why I didn't want to come here. My brothers are completely different people around these guys, especially Nash.

I plop on the bed and get my computer out to watch some YouTube videos.

All the guys are in Aaron, Shawn, and Taylor's room, so I'm alone.

I stalk some hot people on Twitter, and then I go back on my laptop to Tumblr.

All the guys come inside the room, and start yelling and being loud for no reason whatsoever.

"God damn you guys," I hiss under my breath and go to my suitcase.

"What are you doing?" Nash walks up to me.

"Going for a run," I don't look at him.

"You can't go alone," he reminds me.

"It's not like I'm gonna go cook meth behind a dumpster in an alley!" I sarcastically fire back, and some of the guys chuckle.

Nash turns and glares at them.

I take this time to go into the bathroom and change into running shorts and a t-shirt. I put waterproof concealer on my wrists so no one is suspicious.

I come out and Nash is standing by the door. I glare at him.

"You're not leaving," he looks at me with anger, why is he so mad?

"Watch me," I hiss back.

I try to get behind him, but he picks me up and throws me on the bed.

"What crawled up your ass?" I mumble, but Hayes heard me.

"Don't," he gives me a 'don't-piss-anyone-else-off' look.

I roll my eyes and lay on the bed.

"Liv, it's not that bad," Cameron sits by me on the bed.

"You're right. Solitary confinement is great!" I sarcastically growl at him, and once again, the guys are laughing.

"If you're not going to bed, go to Taylor's room," Nash announces.

I get up and try to get out.

"Not you," he pulls me back by my waist.

"What the hell is your problem?" I raise my voice at him.

"My problem? It's not me that has a problem! It's you!" He raises his voice back.

"Yeah, I have a problem! My brothers only care about their fans and their friends! That's my problem! Maybe if you had your head out of your ass, you'd be able to see that I'm not okay!" I scream at him and storm out the door.