Grr, I'm suppose to be doing homework but this is just a way to update sooner. PLUS! I really want to move forward with the story!
Well, this is my next chapter. I dont think it's any good... But who knows!

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I couldn't believe Shane fucking Gray.

How can he just say those things without knowing me? He's so judgmental! And the worst, and weird, part is that I actually shed a few tears after I walked back into my room.

I cried even more when that noise returned, the cars, the metal and the sent! I shook my head as a few new tears ran down my cheeks.

Brrrriiing! 1 New Text Message.

PLEASE! BABE! Let me explain! Please it was a mistake! Please call me!

I ignored it. I sat my phone on my dresser. I walked into my bathroom and washed my face. The water and salty tears mixed as I splashed my face. The tears would not stop running down my face. I checked my phone and I had three new text messages.

'Babe, please.' Read the first one.

'Come on! I made a mistake! Stop acting like what I did was a fucking crime!' Read the second. I started to sob. I was actually in love with this guy.

'Fine! Ignore me! I thought you loved me! You're such a lying bitch! Don't come back to me when you noticed that you made a mistake. I. Fucken'. Hate. You.' At that point I threw my phone hard against my floor. I few seconds later I heard a few knocks on my door but I ignored them.

I tried to fall asleep but I failed. Every time I closed my eyes I would see Shane. I just broke up with my on and off again boyfriend of three years and all I could think of was Shane!?

When the morning came peeking through my blinds, I felt like my world was about to end. I stayed in my room the whole day.

I didn't care that my mother was outside my room screaming her head off to try to get me to come out. I wouldn't let my brother's come in. I wouldn't let a living soul come walking through that door.

I didn't feel like I was living. My body and mind felt empty. I couldn't feel, I couldn't move, I couldn't stop the tears.

I heard that familiar knock. But the difference of this knock was that it wouldn't stop.

"Go. Away!" I said. But the knock continued.

'Was it loud enough?' I thought to myself. I groaned but I guess that was loud enough to hear because I see the last person I would think walking through my door.

"Hey."

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Is that any way to talk to me?" He said sounding hurt. He saw my eyes and we both connected. It's been a few years since I was talking to him.

"What's wrong, sis?" He asked again.

"I can't tell you." I whispered. The tears started again. I wondered were I got all this water to produce this many tears!

"Come on, not this shit again!" I saw him get frustrated with me. I was the only stubborn one in the family and Andrew loathed that.

"I just cant okay. It's silly." I said swallowing the lump in my throat. I heard him sigh.

"Fine. Look, I know I've been an ass for the last couple of years and I have an explanation!" I saw him look down and I nodded at him.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you! I really am it's just since your accident I was afraid that if I got close to you again… you might relapse again. And go back to your old ways. When you would ignore me and the twins, take them out when you were drunk, come into my room at two in the morning slurring and throwing up expecting me to clean your mess up." he sighed and sniffed. I looked closely to his face and notice him crying. I broke my own brother.

"I am so sorry you had to go through that but you know that I wouldn't go back to my old ways!" I pleaded. I hugged him, ignoring my body's protest.

"I know you are and I am too." He said as his tears collided with my bare shoulder. We hugged for a few more minutes.

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He asked as his tears dried.

"Ugh, stupid fight with Bret and I'm finally and officially done with him." I said as I looked down. I didn't feel that pain as I did when Shane was screaming at me. I looked at my hands in confusion.

"Well good. I didn't really like him and I'm glad you're not marrying him." He said with a small chuckle. I gave him a small smile and a kiss on the cheek.

"That's for being here, Drew." I told him, using his old nickname.

"No problem, Lina." I scrunched my nose in disgust. I really didn't like my name. Michelle Lina? Really… it doesn't suit me.

"So what's been going on in the last few hours that I caved myself in here?" I asked with a sigh.

"Few hours, sis you've been in here for a day and a half." My eyes bulged out.

"Really?" I looked totally confused.

"Yes and I came up here because Mike and Marcus threaten me too. But I'm glad I did." He said with a smile.

I smiled and nodded.

"Oh, mom said that if you don't get ready in a few hours you are screwed." I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

"What did she really say?" I asked him.

"Well, I quote, ugh, that girl just knows how to act out. She better cut the drama or I swear to my cook book I will do something about it." He said. I chuckled. Ah, pissing my mother off without stepping out of my room.

"Oh, and we are having dinner at the Gray's tonight. So you better get dressed." I rolled my eyes as that familiar feeling came back.

"I'm not going." I said.

"Come on, Lina." He begged.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because, I don't feel like it." I said with a pout.

"Fine but I don't want mom to bitch at me. Please can you go?" He begged.

I thought about it and then looked at him. He gave me that look and I just couldn't say no.

"Fine." I said. He left me alone to get ready for a night in hell.

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