Idiot Big Brother || The story of being Tom Holland's little sister

Mistakes That Bleed part 2

                                        I blinked open my eyes to find myself still on the concrete. I had only been out for a few minutes because the sun was still in the same place.  Zenna had left already, leaving me to walk home. I sat up and groaned, there was a new pain in my head. I crawled my way up onto my feet. 

"I didn't think things like this happened outside of movies." I mumbled to myself. As I walked down the street something scraped against my foot. I looked down and saw that she had taken my shoes. What was with my life and missing shoes? I walked home in silence, luckily she had left my backpack alone. I looked across my arms and saw no obvious harm to them. I could feel a large cut across my forehead but I felt fine besides that. There was a small gas station before my house, so I stopped there to look at my reflection. 

I walked in and herd the small bell ring as I entered. I walked to the bathroom and looked at the stranger in the mirror. She had dark circles under her eyes, one of them was a blue-purple color all around it. The cut on her head was thinner than I thought but deep too. Her skin was pale and deathly, matching her dull, usually bright, green eyes. Her shorts had dusty shoe prints on them and bruises all along her legs, most of them purple and green. She had a split lip on the bottom one. I covered my mouth, what would Tom and Sam say? Did Aidan have anything to do with Zenna sudden want to fight? I ran out of the bathroom and ran all the way back to my house. Outside the door I put my hands on my knees, panting. The sun was all most finished setting, leaving a few minutes before it got dark. I took a deep breath and walked into the front room.

I walked quietly into the house, hoping they had left to somewhere else. I walked into the laundry room and set my backpack down on a hook. Making my way to the kitchen, I peeked my head through the hallway. No one was there. On the counter, I spotted a white paper with scribbled writing on it:

Hey, 

We went to go shopping with Aidan. 

Be back late.

I sighed in relief and went upstairs. There was a small first aid that was always kept under the sink. I pulled it out and tried to clean the cut on my head. I wet a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. I winced at the sting and reopened my cut. I glared at myself in the mirror, stupid, it had just closed up. I heard the stairs squeak and whipped around, smacking my elbow on the corner of the door. 

"Damn it!" I yelped as a held my elbow. Why was I always so clumsy? Couldn't I just do something without hurting myself or losing my shoes? Footsteps increased down the hallway, it was too late to hide. I grabbed the toilet paper holder and held it over my head. As the person walked right next to the doorway, I swung. Lucky for me, I missed. Tom had grabbed the toilet paper holder and flipped me onto the floor. 

"Ow! Stop!" I yelled as Tom came to attack again. 

"What are you doing home? When did you get home?" Tom sighed. Running his hand through his hair he noticed how beat up I was. 

"What did you do?!" Tom growled. He had always thought that violence was a stupid reason for anything. 

"We are going to Instacare. Now." Tom yelled as he jumped down the stairs. 

"No, I'm fine. No need to panic." I snipped right back to him. He was so overly dramatic, not everything was a movie he needs to act in. 

"This isn't something I'm backing off on." Tom said in the same stern voice. I walked down the stairs trying to ignore the pain in my shins. I sat in the car as we drove the long hour drive to Instacare. 

"Are you alright?" Tom said in a quiet, still annoyed voice. I wanted to snip at him, make him feel bad. Yet I could feel my eyes start to water, no matter what I tried they wouldn't go back into my eyes. 

"I'm fine." I said as my voice cracked. I let myself quietly cry, hoping that the darkness outside would stop him from seeing my tears. The car move over to an empty parking lot and Tom gripped the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white. 

"I'm sorry that I'm such a disgrace to the Holland family that no one even knows who I am. I'm sorry that I made you leave for so many years to go act and selfishly wanted you to stay. I'm sorry that I used to take your hoddies just so I could feel at home when I had to go to other places. I'm sorry that I act like such a Bratt to you and everyone else. I'm sorry mum and dad had to get me to ruin your perfect childhood. I'm sorry that you hate me, I deserve it. Just don't pretend you like having me around and love me. Just make up your damn mind!" I sobbed. I hate crying but what was there to lose anymore? There was no point in keeping it from him any longer. Sam had already seen me cry so tom was next, right? 

"My childhood wasn't perfect, it was far from. Other people can have issues, it's not just you! Brianna (Her name is unknown to Google) broke up with me. She said I was too obsessed about my career. I came home because I missed you guys, not because of any other reason. Aidan was supposed to help you make new friends, but you stayed cut off from everyone else. We used to be so close and now I feel like I don't even know you! Damn it hurts that she dumped me but I stayed strong you need to too. Should I have do something different?" Tom said in an oddly quiet voice. I could hear his voice break as he came to an end. I looked over to him in the car, still with watery eyes and could feel and hear that he had been hurting too.

"I didn't mean to be selfish." I whisper through my deep, hiccuping breaths. I felt more tears fall down my hot cheeks. 

"You're not, it's fine." Tom said and got out of the car. I watched him wander over to a slab of concrete and sit back down. He had his elbows on his knees with his hands in his hair. I some how opened the door and sat next to him. 

"Im sorry that you two broke up." I said in a voice I tried to make sound more monotone than sad. Tom sat up straighter and turned to me. He quickly grabbed me into a hug, the shock started to fade. I held him tightly as we both cried into each other sleeves. 

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Sorry this took so long to publish, got a little distracted. 

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