Bottle my emotions - A tns fanfiction [COMPLETE]

The start of the war

Piper moaned and buried deeper under her bedclothes as James tried to stir her.
"Come on Pipes, you have to get up at some point!" He cried, slightly angry, but mostly concerned for his little sister's well-being. It had been three days since they heard the news, and since then, Piper had barely moved, barely eaten, and barely spoken. Frustration growing, James pulled the covers completely off her and she tumbled out of bed still clinging to them. Piper looked at him for a few seconds, unblinking brown eyes dull with greif. Then she curled up in a ball on the cream carpet and covered her head with her hands. James stared in disbelief.
"Do not make me carry you downstairs," the 23 year old sighed. No reply. However, as soon as he touched her, Piper shot away from him and across the room, before resuming her curled up position. By this point, James was just irritated.
"Fine, I'll leave you alone," He quietly muttered, and left the room. James lent back against the closed door, listening for any signs of life. After a few minutes, he gave up and went downstairs to eat.
Piper could hear her brother's footsteps thumping down the stairs as she lay in her corner. Staggering slightly, she pushed herself to her feet and stumbled to the window. Piper opened the window and leaned out, further and further until her feet left the floor. She wanted to cry, to jump, to fall; but she couldn't. Piper just balance there, overlooking the back garden, tangled unbrushed hair blowing in the cold winter wind.
Not here, not now, not like this.
Piper thought, letting herself rock backwards into the room.

Deborah and Laura were arguing. Again. James thought as he excused himself from the breakfast table. Neither woman answered him, as Laura was now screaming so loudly James reckoned that most people in Toronto could hear her.
"Mom, Laura, I'm going to Riley's. I'll probably stay the night, and won't be home for dinner" James called over the horrendously noisy commotion.
He started up his truck, and drove along wondering if there was ever a time that Laura and Deborah weren't arguing. Instead of going to Riley's, however, James turned and pulled into the nearest car park - a run down convenience store. There he sat and stared as it started to rain heavily, thick sheets of water crashing into the truck's roof.

Flashback
It was raining outside. James was dancing in the living room, trying to mimic the rain outside. A taller girl walked in, her brown hair straight and down to her waist, with murky green eyes. The tall girl smiled at him, and seven year old James smiled back. "Becky!" He cried, rushing to hug her. Rebecca (who was 13 at the time) quickly stepped backwards.
"Careful James!" She cried, holding her small bundle closer to her chest as it started to make crying noises, "You don't want to squash your little sister now do you?"
"But she's in mummy's belly, isn't she?" James asked in confusion, slowing down and tilting his head to the side.
"No, she's out now," Rebecca spoke soothingly and crouched down so the two siblings could meet, "James, this is Piper. Piper, meet James, your older brother."
James wasn't too sure how to react, so he asked the newborn the first thing that came to mind. "Hello Piper! Do you want to dance with me?" The little boy asked, and started leaping around the room. Rebecca laughed. It was a nice sound, James thought. "She's a bit young to dance, but maybe when she's older she will dance with you," Rebecca grinned. Just then, a sour faced 11 year old with shoulder length chestnut curls waltzed past, phone in hand, texting angrily. Rebecca coughed loudly, and Laura looked up, scowling. "What?" She demanded, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot. "Don't you want to say hi to your new sister?" Rebecca said in an accusing tone, her beautiful smile fading. Laura rolled her eyes. "Hello little sister, welcome to the family, yada yada" Laura blurted out hurriedly, before storming out and giving Rebecca an angry glare as she passed. Rebecca sighed sadly, before giving James an apologetic smile as the memory faded.

Meanwhile
"Don't even get me started on James and his stupid band!" Laura screeched, her blonde dyed hair curled and brushing the tips of her shoulders. "I was the only child to actually work a day job! I was the only child who could bring money home! Just so you could go spend it on the others like you always do!" Laura continued, knowing it wasn't all true. Laura was treated the same as her siblings growing up, but she wanted more. Yes, she worked a day job, but that was because she had been crushing on the boss. Deborah threw down the milk bottle she was holding, sending the contents spilling all over the table and floor. "I'm going out!" Deborah cried, before pulling on her boots; throwing on a coat and storming out the house.

Piper tentatively knocked on the door to the kitchen, dressed for the day and clutching her dance bag. After much deliberation, she had decided to go to rehearsals to take her mind off... Well, everything. "Laura would you mind driving me to the studio?" Piper asked stepping into the kitchen. Laura looked up from the milk she was soaking up with kitchen roll. "No. Walk or get the bus," The blonde replied stoutly, before gathering up another fresh wad of kitchen roll. "But-"
"Look Piper, I don't care what you do just get out."
"Laura-"
"Out!"
"Please-"
Laura jumped up in a fury, eyes blazing. "What part of get out don't you understand!" She cried, grabbing Piper's thin wrist and dragging her to the door. "Out means out!" And with that, Laura pushed her little sister out into the rain, slamming and locking the door behind her.