WARNING!!!
- SERIOUSLY CRINGE
- SELF HARM
- MY FIRST BOOK
A family was broken in half, a mother and father divorce. The mother taking the son and the father taking the daughter. The son was only 5 and the daughter was only 3. The son has grown up...
I stared out of the car window at the rain that quickly ran down the window and the blurryness of the buildings passing by. I plugged my headphones in my phone and started listening to Free Now by Sleeping With Sirens. I continued to stare outside of the car window at the pouring rain.
I'll admit my life was never fun or easy. When I was a little kid, my parents got a divorce. At first parents would fight about who would be taking care of my brother and I. So I ended up with my father and my brother is with our mother. While my father raised me, he treated me like he was raising me at an army base or something. I had to do everything myself starting when I was 8 or 9. My father did normally come home drunk so that meant it was a rough night of abuse. I'm just happy my boyfriend isn't like that even though he's a total douchebag to me when he's drunk but not as bad as my father. Sometimes it feels like a cycle of just getting treated like shit and being alone with no one there to help me emotionally and physically. When I was in middle school, people started asking me if I was Ashton Irwin's sister, when I replied 'yeah' they would start fangirling. That's when I found out that my brother was in a band, when I searched them I didn't know which one was him because I don't remember what he looks like.
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I didn't look up his name because I didn't think anything would come up. A few days passed and my father didn't come back home. When my aunt came over, she told me that I'm going to see my brother and my mum in Sydney. So now I'm heading to the airport. To be honest, I think it's good that my brother lived with our mum and it might be a good thing that Ashton doesn't know our father, I wouldn't want him to meet our father.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by my aunt lightly shaking me, I open my eyes. I must've fell asleep, I didn't notice I was even tired. I took out my head phones and looked at my aunt.
"We're here." She's tells me. I nod as I took my seatbelt off and started getting out of the car. I saw a lot of people walking in and out of the airport. The trunk popped open and I grabbed my suit case. My aunt hugged me. "You'll love it there, and your mum and brother will be so happy to see you." She tells me.
"I hope so." I reply with a sigh.
"Trust me, this is best for you. You need to be with some actual family." She tells me. "You deserve to feel loved." We released from the hug.
To be completely honest... I don't even know what love is. I never experienced family love and I don't even know how to react to it. I understand love for your significant other, but family? I don't know shit about my 'true' family in Sydney. I said bye to my aunt and started going through the airport, getting my ticket, going through security, and going to my gate. I started going on my phone because I had to wait an hour to board the plane. I got a notification and saw 5sos released a new keek. I watch them sometimes just because they make me laugh, I opened the keek and watched it.
I smiled and tried my best not to burst out laughing at the airport. I started scrolling through my stuff on my phone. An hour later we started boarding the plane. I plugged my headphones in and listened to my music on the 1 hour and 25 minute flight.
I'm so not ready to see my brother, or mum. I'm kinda scared to meet them but I guess I'll just have to suck it up. I hope my brother is as nice as I think he is...
A//N:There you go guyz first chapter! Finally! Lol