Olivia has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder since she was three. One day she gets kidnapped, discovers a secret from six years ago, her best friend is killed in the process but she cannot remember any incident from the kidnap.
She's forced to ch...
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The ride with Alex wasn't exactly as fun as it used to be, she played her sad country songs which she knew I hated. It was probably just to get on my nerves but I was done being pissed at her, it's enough that she gave me a ride home. I couldn't jeopardize her gesture by complaining about her song choice.
I looked ahead of the road and started thinking about what I was going to do differently and how I was going to get Alex to talk to me again. Various ideas kept popping in my head but I knew Alex wasn't going to fall for them. I ran out of ideas just as we arrived at the house.
Keith appeared at the front porch immediately he saw Alex's car and his face radiated with joy. Alex didn't even wait for me to get out of the car, she got out and waved at Keith excitedly. Keith matched her energy and jumped in excitement. I sat in the car and watched her stoop to her knees to embrace Keith who was running towards her. I wanted to yell at Keith to slow down so he doesn't fall but I decided against the idea.
"If it isn't my favourite little cousin," Alex said and tousled his hair affectionately.
"Do you mean your favourite boy in the world?" Keith asked and giggled.
"Ah!!!" Alex exclaimed and smiled at him widely. "I agree with anything you say."
I felt hurt seeing them enjoy each other's company without me. Alexandra was truly the best cousin ever and the way she cared for me and my brother was unmatched. She was just a few months older but most times it felt like there was a good number of years between us. She was definitely way mature than I was and my parents trusted her more than they did me. It was easy to think things were perfect with her just from looking at her but the truth is she had her own fair share family crisis going on in her life.
Her relationship with her father wasn't exactly great, her father was a wife-beater who hurled curses at her and her mother and Alex never really acknowledged him growing up. Sitting in the car, I thought of the days she'd run to our house when her father was in one of his moods and snuggle in bed with me. This was probably one of the reasons I hated Smeagol-faced uncle. Looking at her glowing and being happy regardless made me realise how ungrateful I was. As much as my mom didn't care, she was in my life and my dad loved his family. I couldn't imagine myself watching my dad yell at me, my mom or Keith every time and yet growing up to be as cheerful and positive as Alex.
Keith's laughter brought me back to the present, he was rolling on the ground and Alex was all over him beaming widely.
"Don't tickle me, my chest will hurt," he said amidst laughter.
"Keith Walters, if you don't get up from that ground, you'll be doing your own laundry tomorrow." My mom called out from the front door.
"Hi Auntie," Alex waved at my mom who responded and went back into the house.
"Alex, have you seen Donna? She's not back from school yet and I'm kinda worried." Keith suddenly asked and my heart warmed a little.
"Oh, Donna? She's hiding out in the car. Probably thinking of running away again, let's hope she doesn't run away with my car this time." Alex said and glanced towards where I was sitting.
