You + Me and Whatever in Between

6

"I'm sorry Graham I need to go. I need to leave." Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I made a desperate attempt to go upstairs. Running around his room to grab the clothes I had. I heard him calling my name begging for a response but I couldn't respond. I needed to get to them. I ran back down the stairs when he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.

"Deep breaths. Calm down. What is going on."

"My siblings- danger- leave no." Was all I could sputter out from the lack of breath.

"We're taking my car." Was all he said when he lead to me the garage. Getting into his car he sped away after receiving the address. My heart was pounding out my chest and I was still crying. It was only 2 minutes after Jenson's last call. It means that there's been 6 minutes of no activity to my phone. I called Jenson back 15 times. No answer. My thoughts only got worse. "Vi, I bet they're fine. Just please breathe."

"No! You do not understand!" Sobs were choking me up and I just shook my head back and forth. Tucking my knees into my chest I was sobbing. I couldn't go through this again. I couldn't let them get hurt because i wasn't there. One hand on the wheel his other hand giving me a comforting rub on my back.

Arriving to the house my heart didn't shatter immediately. The exterior was in tack but there was no telling what the inside looked like. I told him to stay put in the car while I went inside. The front door was unlocked and I walked right in. The sight in front of me was enough to make me want to vomit.

Blood and wine glass scattered over the floor. No doubt from Charolette's episodes. No later than 3 minutes from walking in I saw her on the couch. Her thighs were cut up and slightly bleeding. Her face was black and blue. I could only shake my head at the image in front of me and walk up the stairs. The sympathy and empathy I once has dissipated in front of me. Opening Olivia's door, I saw how neat her room still was. Charolette couldn't have came
In here, she would've trashed it. Yet, I noticed Olivia's blanket was missing. Jenson's room gave me the same thing. Where could they be? My heart beating at an unsteady pace. I walked through the doorway leading to the attic. Praying to God there wasn't anyone up here that could hurt me.

Opening the door I saw two sets of blue eyes staring back at me. Jenson holding a butcher nice at me while Olivia stood directly behind him. He lowered once he saw it was me. Olivia sprinted past him and straight to me engulfing her in an embrace I picked her up. Looking at her I noticed how puffy her eyes were. "How long?" Was all I said.

"2 hours." Jenson replies.

"Why didn't you call sooner?" I felt the maternal instinct take over as I felt anger fuel me at Jenson.

"It wasn't bad at first. Then she started throwing things. I tried to stop her but when she looked at me she was already gone. Her eyes. They were.." He slammed the palms of his hands onto his face light cries started.

Walking to him I grabbed him and pulled him to me. He was so much taller. He reached my shoulder and placed his face in the crook of my neck and cried. "It's okay. It's not your fault you know this. It's just her."

He pushed against me and backed away. He picked up a vase and threw it against the wall. "Why is she like this! WHAT DID WE DO?!" More things started slamming against the wall.

Setting Olivia down I went to my little brother who sat on his knees. His blue eyes looking back at mine. He was so broken. Being the golden boy had its perks but my god did it have its pain. "Come here." I let my arms wrap around his shoulders. Feeling his pain radiate off of him. His sorrow, his hurt, but most of all his disappointment. "She was supposed to change. Get better. Why isn't she."

"Sometimes people don't really want to change." Was all I said. Lifting him off the floor I went back to Olivia and grabbed her hand. The three of us walked back to the main floor. To our surprise and disappointment Charlotte was no longer on the couch but in the kitchen finishing off a bottle.

We locked eyes, "What are you doing in my house negro."

The words no longer hurt me. "Taking Olivia and Jenson."

I walked closer to the door and she stalked out the kitchen. She was a lioness watching her cubs be taken away. "You're not taking my children." She attempted to grab Jenson but he snatched away from her. The alcohol radiated off of her.

"They don't deserve to live this Ms.Charolette and you know it."

She laughed at me. "They have money, lavish items, the best education. But you know what else something they have you don't?" Her voice was lower, icier. "A parent." Her laugh echoed in the empty house.

"A parent is nothing if that parent doesn't give their child love." I can't lie and say I wasn't hurt that she threw that in my face. It broke my heart. I would do anything for my father to come back to me and I would do anything to know my mother. Sadly, fate had a different ending for me.

Walking outside Graham was outside leaning against the car. His eyes fixated deadly on the house. He looked as if he would blow it to pieces and looked hot as hell doing it. Telling Olivia to go to the car I turned to Jenson. "I want you to come with me."

He looked back at his mother who had her back to us. She stared at the wall mumbling to herself. I was hoping his answer would be different but a big sister always knows them the best. "I won't leave her." His eyes never leaving her.

I only nodded my head and kissed the top of his. He was old enough to make his decisions and even though the situation was a bad one. He's lived through it enough to know what to do.

Walking back to the car Graham and Olivia were already in it and by the looks of it Olivia was talking his ears off. The seat sunk against my butt and I slammed my head against the headrest. "Let's go."

"What about the boy?"

"Please, just go."

No sister wants to leave her sibling. Especially not the sibling she took the most pride and joy in. I took care of him. I fed him. Read him bedtime stories. When Charlotte and dad couldn't raise him, I did. It felt as if I left my son to burn in a fire.

You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink. He would die for his mother and it terrifies me.