Secrets left Behind

Disclaimer: I do not own LWD

Chapter 1:Troubled

"Derek!" I yelled with a mouth full of toothpaste dripping from my chin. Derek was sitting down watching television in his big chair. He turned to his head to laugh at me.

"What's wrong?" asked Derek as he stood up from his lazy chair.

"You used all my toothpaste!" I yelled in an unpleasant tone. Derek walked over to me and grinned his evil grin,

"Why would you say that? There is plenty of toothpaste on you chin." He said with a chuckle.

"It's soap! Not tooth paste!" I yelled. My mouth was burning, and my throat was swelling up. I ran to the kitchen sink, and with the sink hose, I squirted water in her mouth, then spat in the sterling silver sink. I did this a couple thousand times more, before I was too tired to repeat this insane routine.

Derek just ran up into his bedroom, ignoring the horrible pain he has caused me. I could imagine him laughing, and just plotting up more ways to hurt me next.

I could hear footsteps coming from down stairs. To my relief it was Lizzie, getting herself a glass of water. She stopped to stare at her miserable, drenched sister.

"What did Derek do now?" asked Lizzie with a hint of annoyance in her tone.

I took a deep breath, getting ready to tell yet another one Derek's pranks.

"I went to brush my teeth, but realized that Derek used up all the toothpaste, so I just decided to brush my teeth without the toothpaste, turns out there's soap all over my toothbrush." Lizzie looked just as annoyed as I was.

"This is ridiculous," said Lizzie with a growl. "We need to talk with him, things are crazy as it is, we don't need Derek's stupid pranks to make matters worse." I was surprised at how angry Lizzie was becoming, but she had a right to be. We were both very upset with mom being sick and all.

I went over to give Lizzie a hug.

"Don't worry Liz, mom will get better. She's a strong woman." I whispered trying to comfort my little sister.

"I know, but she's always asleep and George is rarely here, since he has to work overtime to make up for the missed work of mom." Said Lizzie, looking at her now wet clothes.

"Sorry." I said.

"I was going to change anyways, its fine." She finished her water, and ran back upstairs. I followed up after her, and walked into my room. I changed into pajama's, trying to ignore the pain in my throat.

I could hear Derek's obnoxious music playing from the room beside mine. I found the music oddly comforting. His music was loud, and oddly sad, and it explained how I was feeling. It was the perfect background music for the house. Everyone was so angry these past months, and very depressed. George was beat when he came home from work, and I was tired of raising Lizzie, Marti, Edwin, and even Derek. Mom wasn't ever up to make the kids lunches, or dinner, or cleans off the table, or helps them with their home-work, or anything. Sure I was capable, but I missed my mom's sweet voice, and her hugs.

I could tell that Lizzie and Marti, and even Edwin were upset by the matter. It just got me mad that Derek could care less. He was acting as if everything was normal, never lending me a hand, or anything. And of coarse I didn't except him to, but it would still be nice if he could mature up a little.

I stepped out of my cozy room, and walked down the icy hallway into the living room downstairs. I took a deep breath as I walked down more steps into a small bedroom. I debated whether to see mom, or to run back upstairs and hide in her covers.

"I need to see my mom." I whispered to myself. I tried to find my courage to open the door, but I couldn't do it. I turned to walk away, but didn't take another step. I needed to see my mom. I faced the plain white door, and my hand gently glided along the cold doorknob. I quietly turned the knob, and gave the door a small nudge. To my amazement I saw Derek sitting down besides my mom's bed. I saw my mom's pale white face, and slammed the door shut.