Older Brothers | ✔

t h i r t y f o u r

Weeks passed after I visited my father for the very first time.

His desparate calls after I stormed out of the room still hunted me.

Jonathan tried to talk to me about him a lot the past days, trying to make me visit him once more.

I declined everytime, it made me sick thinking about being called an accident one more time.

He treated me harshly, but the moment he realised he made a mistake, they want me to go and forgive him.

There is more for him to do, than just beg for forgiveness.

Maybe someday he will earn it and if he doesn't, I can live with that, too.

With or without him in my life, I didn't care anymore.

Our life was slowly moving towards normalization, their grandfather moved back to his own house, after he decided that I wasn't that big of a nuisance for his precious grandchildren.

I went to school, came home and studied. That was my daily routine.

Victor made it very clear to me that he was done with my attitude, I was allowed to talk with my friends in school, but he wouldn't let me meet up with them.

He said it won't be forever, more like a punishment for some months.

The hardest was Victor dismissed me from my club. In the next month's I won't get a chance to go to practice.

The principal agreed to it, I don't even know he made this even happen.

I missed singing a lot, at night I sometimes sang for myself or Jonathan asked me to sing him a song to make him calm down.

The company had a lot of work to do, before the Christmas holidays.

So my eldest brothers were entirely booked up with work.

"Lilith, you are spacing out again." Caleb startled me, as his hand softly touched my shoulder.

"Hm, what?" My head almost hit the table, we were stilling having dinner.

The past days Jon really wanted to try to improve his cooking skills.

That's why he cooked the same meals every day, so we could make him improve.

I really appreciate him cooking for us, even though he had almost as much work as Victor, but it was tasteless.

Victor on the other hand walked around like a living zombie, when he wasn't at work, he had things to do in the third floor.

The only time I actually saw him was when he comes down to eat breakfast.

"You've been staring at your plate for more than twenty minutes." Elijah informed me, with a worried expression he scanned my face.

"I just don't really feel like eating pasta again." I mumbled, pushing my plate away and grabbing my glass of water.

The gloomy feeling inside my chest made it hard for me to get food inside my belly.

I really missed hanging out outside of the house, meeting up and having fun.

My friends tried to give me a fun time at school, though it wasn't the same.

"There are not much other things Jon can cook." Xander sighed, looking down on his plate the same way I did. "The only thing he changed was the amount of salt."

"How long are they going to be working today?" I asked, peeking at Jon's and Victors empty chairs.

"Jon wrote me they will come home after midnight." Caleb said, grabbing our plates and putting the half burned pasta in the bin.