Burning Ruins

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Axel

She opened up more than I thought she'd ever do. She began to trust me, but maybe it's because she just couldn't hold it in anymore. It explained a lot about her actually. The reason she's so angry and how she doesn't seem like a girl that could break. But what made me the most concern was when she let other people see her cry, she pretending it didn't happen. It seemed like a fear to her, to let people see her break. It made me think that her mother's words still roam inside that beautiful mind of hers. But some weird reason, seeing Delaney break down, seeing her show something besides that anger made her seem undeniably beautiful.

"What was that about?" Taylor raised an eyebrow at me, jealousy slipping through.

"Son I don't like that girl. She seems too over dramatic. She just seems like she's-" my mother was trying to pick the perfect word. I saw it on her face. "an attention getter."

If they only knew. I practically closed her in a room just trying to get her to tell me something and they see it as an attention getter.

"What the fuck do you two want? Besides tell me that my fucking life decisions are fucked up?"

"What does that mean young man?" my mother placed her hand on her hip.

"You, this whole time have been waving a big ass red fucking flag in front of my face like I give a shit on who I bring to meet the family and who I don't. Obviously your fucking pissed that Taylor's not sucking on my dick and shitting babies that are mine. But listen, I don't want what you and dad want. I want something that isn't plastic and unreal. Stormi, she's the closest thing that I got and if you two want to fucking through a tantrum, then do it with someone who pities both of you. I'm fucking done. Mom you go around working on dads work more than he does. Since your split, your more in love with that company than your own family. Your playing matchmaker instead of making anyone in this goddamn family feel wanted. Maybe Rayne was right to fucking kill herself when she fucking had the chance too. This house, and everyone else in it is shit."

"Now wait a minute!" she yelled and I turned to face her.

"Rayne didn't kill herself, she had cancer." 

"Did you not read her letter. She hated that we were rich, she hated the publicity, she hated everything about it. The constant parties. Everything. We came from shit and now we're billionaires. Great fucking deal! She told the doctors that she was quitting, she was done and you know what they did. They let her die."

I slammed the door and walked outside to find Stormi and Veronica sitting out there watching the cars pass by.

"Can I sit?" I asked.

Veronica nodded. "I'll give you guys some alone time."

There was silence that followed before Stormi opened her mouth.

She hated silence, I come to find out.

"I got scared up there. Afraid of showing someone that a girl like me has tears. I don't know why." she sighed. "I lied. I do. I've put on this facade for so long that I-I just wanted to- I don't know."

"We're all liars, even to ourselves." I responded.

Stormi looked at me and raised her eyebrow at him.

"What's your story."

I smiled. Something no one really fucking cares about, but her.

"I used to come from a family of nothing." I smiled at the vivid memory. We were struggling but I was happier then than I find myself now. "I know shocker. I was young, around three maybe. My dad lost his job twice that year. He started drinking too much, we lost everything. Then around the beginning of that year he started working again and making an idea he always had come true. One thing led to another my siblings and I became millions and now billions. I always thought money could bring happiness. It only brings a want that never seems to end. I want so fucking much and when I get it, sure it makes me happy. For a second and then I get bored. My sister Rayne told me to look a the good things in life but her sight was just like mine, except worse.-" I shook my head.