Adopted By My Step Brothers

Chapter 3| New Life?

PSA !

I wrote this book 6 years ago when I was 15 years old and had no idea how to write a book. I'm currently re-writing and editing this story so for any confusion as your reading please Blame my 15 year old self. Thanks 😘

The picture above is Ariel's room. I decided to put this picture up so you could see it for yourself instead of me trying to terribly describe it. Do you like?

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Both of the girls danced on each other while drinking from beers that Kingsley brought into the room for everyone. He and Kale stood together while watching them dance and I couldn't tell if they liked it or not because they never wore their emotions. They just continued to take swigs from the beers. I can say they did look bored though. I took this time to slowly stand up from my seat and leave. I don't even know why I stayed for this long, I should've left as soon as the two bimbos walked in. I slipped out of the room without being noticed successfully, and entered the quiet hallway. The only thing I heard was the base from the music bouncing off the walls.

"Whoa." I breathed out heavily. I grabbed my chest trying to calm myself as Kale stood in front of me. I didn't even hear or see him follow me out of the dinning room but here he was standing in front of me. His calculating blue eyes searched my face as he hovered over me. "And where do you think you're going?" His voice echoed throughout the hallway. I watched his jaw tighten as he waited for my answer. I stood with my arms folded as I looked up at him. "Far far away from here." I sighed while folding my arms across my chest. He raises his eyebrows questionably and I sarcastically said "Upstairs." While pointing at the steps. It's not like I could go anywhere else, they lived in the middle of freaking nowhere. "And why is that?" He moved closer to me and I swallowed nervously. We never lost eye contact as we talked.

"Because I want to be alone." I whispered. I wanted to cry again but not in front of him or any of them. His hard exterior seemed to falter, and I thought I saw concern flash across his face. He stared at me and inches closer to me, he leaned his head down closer to my face, so close that I feel him breathing. I suddenly felt the urge to run my tongue across my bottom lip while looking at his as my mind wonders what was he about to do?

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind me took my attention away. I turn and see Kingsley standing in the doorway of the dinning room. He was leaning against the door frame holding his beer and watching us. I turned back around not giving Kale another look as I rushed passed him and headed for the steps.

When I got upstairs I checked each room opening and closing them, searching for the girliest room possible assuming that one would be mine. I know they wanted to impress family court to show them that they were a good fit to take care of me so they told them that they had a bedroom set up for me waiting for me when I got here. I searched about 7 bedrooms until I finally got back to the hallway where the bedroom where I woke up in earlier was. I checked the bedroom next to that one and hit the jackpot.

I entered the bedroom and was very impressed by the way the it was set up. The drapes, the huge bed in the middle of the room and the picture on the little table by the bed is what told me this room was mine. The picture was of my mom, Walter and me. I was about 6 in the picture and we were at Disneyland. I wondered how the twins had this picture because I didn't. I just remembered us taking it. I remembered the day clearly. I held the picture frame in my hand as a tear slipped down my face. I noticed how happy we all were and how unproblematic our lives were back then. Well it was unproblematic for me because I was 6, so I didn't know anything. If something was going and they were on drugs back then, I was too young to realize it which was a good thing, because my kid memories were good ones. Happy ones. Kingsley and Kale putting the picture in here for me was a very nice gesture. I began to wonder how they felt about their father dying, I had seen no reaction from them at all about it.