Broken [RE-EDITED]

Chapter 14

I exited the hallway and began walking slowly to the kitchen. It was quiet, all I could hear was my slow footsteps on the hardwood floor, along with the occasional creak in the floor boards.

I started to hear talking in the kitchen, it was probably just Iziah and my grandmother. With every step I took, the talking grew louder.

I walked through the kitchen door and saw nothing short of what I was expecting. Iziah and my grandmother were sitting down at the quaint little dinning table, chatting away about nothing in particular. When they noticed me they invited me to sit down and have something to eat.

"Oh um no thank you Grandma, I'm not very hungry," I lied through my teeth. I was hungry but I couldn't risk becoming more fat than I apparently was.

"But sweetie you haven't eaten since lunch," she said with a look of worry.

"I'm fine, don't worry." she left it alone and went back to her previous conversation with Iziah. They were talking about his old life back in Australia and what it was like since I'd left. It was sweet of him to talk to my Grandmother, I knew she rambled on a lot but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he looked generally happy, and so did my grandma.

As I was blankly staring around the room at nothing specific I heard the keys rattling outside the front door. I listened and waited for the click, signalling that the door was unlocked. It soon did and it creaked open. I saw my sister walk through the old worn out door, placing her things down on the counter before joining us at the table.

As usual she ignored my presence and started talking to grandma. I looked down, hurt that we used to be so close but now she won't say a word to me. I felt a hand reach out and grasp mine warmly under the table. I looked up at Iziah and he mouthed 'everything will be ok'. I smiled a small but genuine smile at him and he returned the favour.

I suddenly heard my sister speak up a little, "and um who would this young man be exactly?" before I could answer her Iziah beat me to it,

"I'm Iziah, Emily's friend, nice to meet you,"

"I'm Abby, her sister."

She said that part ruder and quieter than I thought necessary, it hurt, knowing your own sister despised you. Iziah squeezed my hand in attempt to make me feel better, and I must say, it worked. I loved the feeling of our hands intertwined. It made me feel safer, and happier as well.

My sister then continued her meaningless conversation with my Grandma, so I excused myself and Iziah from the table. We walked up to my bedroom silently, I glanced over as we passed the portrait of my mother, but kept walking. We passed the bathroom and I once again avoided the mirror.

We reached my bedroom and sat down on the bed, it creaking slightly in the process. We started talking about the most random things and to be honest I was having a great time. He made me forget all the bad times.

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