Chapter 2: Old feelings Return
I find myself looking in the eyes of my beloved brother.
"Matt? I-I, uh, what are you doing here?" I said quickly.
"I could ask you the same question. Weren't you supposed to come tomorrow?"
I chewed on my lip.
"I just couldn't wait to be home." I gushed, hoping Matt would believe me.
"Oh"
He seemed unconvinced. He starts up the stairs but then pauses.
"Mary, why did you run away?" he asked curiously.
How could he dare ask that? I was arrested! I was so frustrated with myself: I needed to get out of here.
"I needed my space. I needed to start a new life." I said with forced calmness.
"OK, well, good night" He goes back to his room.
I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself. I didn't feel better so I decided to take a walk. Everything was so peaceful as the sun started to come up.
In the beginning I thought I was only becoming friends with Matt. Then I was angry whenever he went out on dates. I thought I was pissed just because he was asking out sluts and he was going to get hurt. But those girls weren't sluts and Matt could take care of himself. What was I doing? But he always watched over the girls in the family I should do the same for him.
Oh please. I hate every girl he paid attention to, even my sisters and Mom. He should only pay attention to me. I would take care of him for the rest of my life and we would be together forever…
NO! Why did I think like that again? I have told myself over and over that I can never have him. I was brought up in home that went to church every Sunday. Being in love with your brother was unheard of. If anyone found out I would be shunned from my family forever. Then I would never see Matt again. However I needed some time away from them to gain control of my feelings. So I was an accomplice to a crime so no one would wonder why I ran away. I was in control so that's why I came back.
But if I couldn't handle talking to Matt someone might find out…
This is going to be harder than I thought…
I stepped into the kitchen and eight pairs of eyes turn towards me. So much for no one knowing I was gone. Everyone rushes to me, says how happy they we're that I was home and they missed me. I expected this to happen but I didn't realize that it felt kind of nice to be missed.
After all the hugging and I sit down for breakfast, Dad casually asked, "Where were you this morning?"
I gulped. Think of something that will make them get all sentimental! "I took a walk. I wanted to see the town looked like." I said with a big smile.
Everyone smiles back and continues to eat. I'm such a fake.
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