Being the Little Sister

53 - Silence

Moving my foot to the left and back to the right I watched as my foot covered by my socks against the carpet. The feeling of the fabric was the only thing I wanted to think about, could think about.

Moving? Moving out of my house, my brother's house, dads house, moms house. Our house.

I didn't want it, not any of it. I didn't want to leave this house. How was he supposed to think we would be okay with this. That somehow it would be a good idea to do it behind our backs and then just throw out the idea. Are we not apart of this too? He isn't the only one that will move.

The silence that we all fell into felt suffocating. I'm not even sure why as I had no plan on talking. I couldn't look dad in the eyes. If we moved will the memories we've locked down here obliviate into nothing more than a faint memory. I won't be able to look into the kitchen and this of the millions of meals and arguments I've had in there and I won't be able to look into our living room and think of the time Noah punched the tv so it broke or when I was forced to watch a horror movie. Good or bad, it's years of my life stored in the house I've grown up in.

"What?" Mason was the first one to quietly speak up in a soft voice.

I heard a sigh from dad, a sound of sadness "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Let's-let's at least go look at the house? I'll ask if we all can take a look at it in a couple of days" His suggestion didn't help. "I know nothing knew can replace this house"

"So why move?" I asked so quiet I don't know if he even heard but by the way, he seemed to stop I know he had heard.

"Lara..." He started. I looked up, meeting his look as dad swallowed. "I can't take it" Dads whisper made something in me move but I kept my face still. He looked over my shoulder to his bedroom and then down to our living room table with the family picture of us all, years ago when we were all here.

"Let's just" Dad looked away "Let's continue the conversation later," He said before getting up and walking into his office.

I didn't miss the tear as it slipped down his cheek.

I took a look at my brother's, Luke seemed to look destroyed from what he heard while Mason and Cole looked very collected. Noah rubbed his face as he let out a long sigh.

Cole got up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" Mason asked him.

"I'm gonna talk to dad" He explained before leaving the couch and going.

I looked over at Luke again as Cole left. He sat as quietly as I and I met his blue eyes. We have always been the babies of the family, the sensitive, which sure it can be true at times.

"I don't want to move" I spoke up, my voice breaking in the process. With glossy eyes, I looked to my older brothers for answers, a reassurance. Mason and Noah looked at me but didn't say anything. "I don't want to"

Mason left the other couch and came over to me. Crouching down he came to eye level with me before hugging me. "I don't think any of us want to but we have to think about dad too"

"But doesn't he have to think about us" I sniffed.

"He did, I'm sure of it" Mason pulled back and looked at me, giving me a reassuring smile, "I think he just has a hard time with all of this"

"Mason?"

"Hm?"

"I don't want to"

He let out a sigh "I know, should we get something to eat?" He suggested "To get our thoughts on something else"

Giving it a thought I nodded.

We all got up and sat down in the kitchen. I looked around in the kitchen and thought that this would soon not be here anymore, I would sit here for a limited time before we need to pack our things and leave.

I got a popsicle from the freezer before leaving. "I'm going up to my room," I told my brothers before rushing up the stairs to my room.

Closing the door I looked at my room and it didn't take long before the teas started flowing.

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After eating the popsicle and crying for another thirty minutes I heard the ringing of my phone. Grabbing it I turned it up to see an incoming call from Andrew.

Trying to compose myself I sniffled before answering the call.

"I swear if those little twins jump on me again I will start freaking out" Andrews' voice came from the other side of the phone in a hurry of irritation followed by a thud of a closing door.

A small smile slipped from my mouth.

"Hi there cutie," He said, knowing it usually irritates me.

"Hi," I said not any energy enough to sound remotely happy.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked.

I stared down at my covers as I heard Andrew go quiet waiting for my answer.

Everythings wrong. Dad wants to move, without telling us. I won't be able to live here for much longer. It's all wrong.

"Lara?"

I sniffled "Yea?"

"Tell me what's wrong" He ordered and I shook my head even if he couldn't see the moment. Instead of answering I just started crying again as I had for the past thirty minutes.

"Are you not going to tell me?"

Once again I stayed quiet as I couldn't form words.

"Wait, give me ten minutes," Andrew said before hanging up on me.

Staring down at my phone more hurt bubbled up in my chest as the tears didn't stop coming. Even if I didn't talk I appreciated the company and the safety of Andrew.

How could the asshole just hang up on me? Was I being annoying?

Grabbing a pillow I let out a scream before I calmed. He said he's coming back in ten minutes, maybe he just needed to look after the twins or help his mom.

After about ten minutes had passed I was looking down at my screen contemplating if I should call him or not. Maybe he forgot that he was going to call back. I doubt he would, I really do, but the possibility is still there.

Just as I was about to put my phone down I got a call from Andrew.

Quickly answering the phone I put it to my ear.

"I'm outside, put something on and let's go," He said before I had an opportunity to say anything.

"Are you here?" I asked my eyes widening from what he said.

"Yes now get your ass out here"

A smile formed on my lips as I got a hoodie before rushing downstairs. Grabbing a hair tie from the bathroom downstairs I put on some shoes. I looked over my shoulders to my brothers thinking if I should maybe tell them I'm leaving. Maybe that's a good idea...

"I'm waiting," Andrew said in a light teasing voice and I smiled and left.

In the driveway was Andrew in his car with his phone pressed up to his ear. It almost felt surreal that he was here, in my driveway, Andrew a hot guy that was here for me.

Giving me a small smile he jerked his head a little for me to get in before ending the call.

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I'm sorry for the late update but here it is, it's a little short :) 

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