Chapter 16- stop with the small talk

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I woke up with wet cheeks, then it hit me. Everything from last night. Aidan calling me those things, wanting to jump back on the pills. I just wanted to sleep again.

Sleep forever.

I checked the time and it was 1pm. I didn't want to go downstairs, but my stomach was saying the opposite. I decided to go downstairs because I was hungry, hoping I don't see any of my brothers, knowing how they felt about me.

I grabbed my crutches and got out of my room. I saw no one in the hallway, so I continued going downstairs. I successfully made it down the stairs. I got to the kitchen and made a bagel. While waiting for the bagel to toast, Andrew came into the kitchen.

"Hey" he said

"Hi" I said in a awkward tone

"How's the foot" he asked

"can we not do the small talk, you're just trying to lighten the mood from yesterday. You don't have to try, I know y'all didn't want me here anyway" I replied

"Lexi, that's not true, and you know it" he replied

"Do I know? Because what Aidan said yesterday to me doesn't sound like he wants me here" I replied getting mad

"He didn't mean it, when he stressed out he says whatever comes to his mind." He replied trying to reason with me

"Well I guess him not wanting me here is on his mind." I snapped

"No, he is stressed out, he points out everything that is wrong with the family. You moving in with us is stressful for all of us." He said

"So it's good to know I'm stressing him out, I'm sorry I'm a "spoiled brat" it's been hard on me, do you guys not realize I left my family in the fucking morgue at the hospital. I didn't plan a funeral. I had barely anytime to mourn my parents death. I never got to do a proper goodbye to my life. I'm sorry for creating all of the "drama", maybe I should just go back to New York and forget you existed" I replied angry

"Alexis, I'm sorry you never got the proper goodbye, and you never got a funeral. We should have stayed long to let you mourn and say goodbye. You're not a spoiled brat, it is hard for you to adjust, which will create a long of arguing. It will take time for us also to adjust. You never created any of the arguing. We all had a part of it, not just solely you." He said with a sad tone.

"You know we all love you, and we aren't gonna drop you back to New York because one of us feels you're creating "drama". Which you aren't" he said

"Thanks, and sorry for not cooperating, I didn't realize I have to also think of 4 brothers and how they felt." I said

"It's not your fault, we all have to adjust and I wanted to say I'm sorry for saying those stuff before you're surgery. I shouldn't have said those things." He said with a sad tone

"It's ok, we were both angry, and words came out" I said

He came toward me and gave me a hug, it felt nice. I haven't hugged anyone for a while since my parents death. I felt relief when him and I talked.

I grabbed my bagel and put cream cheese on it and ate. I noticed my pain coming back in my foot so I needed to find my medicine

"Quick question, why did you come downstairs yesterday when Aidan and I were talking" Andrew questioned

"My foot pain was really bad so I came to find my medicine" I replied

"We can always switch it if it's unbearable" he replied

The cravings from yesterday hit back

"No I shouldn't, I can't use them again" I replied

"Ok, but if we have to tell us" he said

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