The Self-Harmed

~Moving in~

"You know." Mom said coming into my room, and leaning against a door. "You're being pretty calm about this."

I had just finished patting down the tape strip on my bedding box.

I grinned up at her, "It's a good thing I didn't unpack any of my things."

She grinned. "That's my little fighter. Hurry up and help me with packing up some of the coffee mugs. The moving van will be here at one."

"Doesn't Jackson have enough mugs at his house?" I asked.

"I'm sure you have a coffee mug you don't want to leave behind." She left my room.

"Not my Smiley face cup!" I yelled, running from the room.

I jumped on her back and she carried me to the kitchen. I jumped off and opened a cupboard. I pushed apart some mugs and there it was winking at me.

"Hello old friend." I took it out.

It came with a matching bowl, but Caden had it. I wonder if Owen still had the plate? I put it in some newspaper and then set it in a box.

"Are you sure you want to move into that big ass castle?" I asked.

"It's what married people do. And wait 'til you see his summer house this summer. It's in London."

There was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." I opened the door and Caden pushed in.

"Dad sent me over to see if you need any help. He's at the office, He wanted me to tell you he's having a party tomorrow for Christmas it's a work party." He poked me in the arm. "Did you hear me?"

"Me?"

"Yes."

"Yeah."

"So he has set up a hair and makeup artist for us. You too Mom."

"Is that necessary?" Mom asked.

"I told you he over does it." He grabbed a mug. "So we'll have a family dinner tonight, just us. And he started putting the presents under the tree, and you have a pretty big one, Sis."

"How big?" I quickly hurried over.

"Beefy big."

"Beefy big." I nodded.

"And So do I." He looked at Mom. "I know I have a key board I just know it. Oh and our teacher is coming over after tomorrow, Charlie."

"Teacher?"

"Yeah, we're going to learn French. I'll teach you Italian on the side. As promised."

"Alright." I shrugged a shoulder, and handed him a cup.

It was strange, us all moving together like an actually family. As Caden had said, when we were growing up I had always felt a spark between Mom and Jackson. Caden and I had always acted like siblings. Mom said when He moved I cried for a week. And then I met Owen and things got better. Caden came to visit once when he was twelve and Right from the start him and Owen didn't get along. Caden and I got into a fight and he stopped coming to visit me. I started to cling to Owen.

The guys had come over and started to move stuff into the moving van.

"Wait until you see what's in the basement." Caden bumped my arm as we sat in the back seat of my Mom's car watching her talk to one of the movers.

"What did you get me?"

"Not telling you." He smiled at me.

I sighed as Mom got in.

"How hard is it to drive to a new house?" She demanded slamming her door. "You damn drive around for a living don't you?"

We both looked at each other and then looked down not saying anything.