stupid 4 u

Chapter 8 ~Criminal~

~Next day~

"Girls!"

Daisy and I ran down the stairs to our mother to find our older brother and sister.

"Noah!" I leaped into his arms.

"Neveah!" Daisy hugged her tightly, the we all had a group hug.

Noah and Neveah were adopted by my parents when they were seven and Noah was 15, Neveah was 12. Their parents went to prison for stealing liquor and badly injuring people in the process.

"I thought we were not going to see you until summer! How's college?" Daisy asked.

The room went silent.

"Well actually...I dropped out."

Daisy and I looked at Noah. Is he crazy?

"What? Why?"

"Because...This is my home." He gestured around him.

"This town is my home. My family is my home... I hated it there too. Plus, mom and dad have been offered a job offer..."

My mom began to speak.

"Your father and I... we're needed in Italy."

"For how long?" Daisy started to get anxious.

"Until we retire..."

"You said no, right?"

She looked ashamed.

"No, uh we said yes. Noah will live here with you guys until you graduate and go to college."

Is she serious? She is crazy!

I couldn't take it, so I stormed off to my room.

~Hours Later~

I decide to leave. I don't know where i'm going but I'm leaving.

I storm down the stairs, my mom and older siblings eyes on me but I really don't care, I'm out of this bitch.

I took the keys to the car that Daisy and I share and stormed out.

I drove around until I find myself at Andrews house.

I knock and the door opens and I immediately hugged him, not even saying hi or anything.

He hugs back, stunned.

"What's wrong Rosalie?"

I wipe my tears and pull away, to see I wasn't hugging Andrew. It as Ky.

"Sorry...Where's Andrew?"

"He's out with friends. He won't be back till late."

I roll my eyes.

"K."

I turn around and begin walking to my car until I feel a tug on my wrist. I look back at him.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"No."

He pulls me closer,and I get nervous.

Instead of doing something stupid, he hugs me. I hug back tightly.

"My parents are m-moving to a different country...again."

"Again?"

"When my siblings and I were younger, they moved to Russia for four years. I guess once they got back and missed us so much, they wouldn't do it again. That obviously wasn't the case."

He pulls away and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and wipes the tears that were rolling down my cheeks.

Without saying anything, he gently held my hand and brought me to his car and began driving.