Big Brothers

I need your attention

Olivia's P.O.V

I closed my diary and hid it under the covers. I leapt of my bed and hastened my footsteps to Luke's room. He was busy Skypeing with Maddy. I pulled his sleeve but he just pushed me away. He was just busy talking into the microphone and did not even bother to turn his head. That's when I had enough. I jumped and took off his headphones. He cursed out loud.

L: OLIVIA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT! IM BUSY CANT YOU SEE?! I'LL PLAY WITH YOU TOMORROW!

With that, he took the headphones from my hands and continued Skypeing with Maddy. I wanted to cry. I wanted to shout. All I need is his attention! Is that too hard to ask? I ran out of the room crying and ran straight to the bathroom. I punched my fist on the wall. Then I decided I keep my cool. I walked out and into Jai's room. He was on the phone with I guess.. Ari? I walked to his bed and shouted his name several times.

J: Shut up Olly! I'm talking to Ari right now! Go do something else.

I got onto his bed and jumped up and down while shouted his name. That's when he lost it and pushed me off the bed, making me fall head first. I screame in pain as I rubbed my head.

J: F*** OFF OLIVIA! I TOLD YOU IM TALKING ON THE PHONE! GET OUTTA MY ROOM! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU!

Did he just curse? AT ME??? I ran out of the room and into mine. In starting to lose it. I drastically shoved all of my books to the floor. And cried for a very long time. That's when I pulled myself together and went into Beau's room. He was FaceTimeing with Alex. When I ran into the room, I heard him mutter something I never thought he'd say.

Beau to Alex: Oh god it's my annoying sister again. Hold on babe. I need to chase this brat out if my room.

I didn't need him to chase me out. Those words kept a barrier between me and Beau. How could he say that? I ran out of his room. I could hear the door click which probably meant that he locked the door. I ran to my room again and jumps onto my bed. I took the photos beside my bed and smash them onto the ground.

I cried on my bed for at least an hour now. I took out the photo out of the smashed glass. That's when I was fully convinced that my brothers care more about their girlfriends than me. I got a luggage bag out from my cabinet and starting filling stuff into it. Then, I wrote a note and stuffed it under my pillow. I got my bag and my photo and walked out of the door slowly. My heart pounded faster. Would I rather be alone or be alone and get beaten up by my brothers? I'd choose option one. I closed the door softly almost inaudible. I tried catching their attention, but I was just a passing enthusiasm