I slammed the door closed after I walked in. I scoffed again before I made my way towards the refrigerator and began pulling things out to make my Uncle's favorite meal for when they got back, hopefully sometime later today.
I ignored the slow opening and closing of the door as I pulled out the casserole dish.
"Whatcha makin'?"
I sighed, turning to look back before turning back towards the stove. "Cheeseburger Casserole." I replied as I chopped some onions, and threw them onto the pot, followed by the ground beef.
"Sounds delicious. When did you learn how to cook?" He asked, curiously.
I sighed again. "Sometime between the last two times you visited, and now." I replied dryly, as I placed another pot full of water on the stove to cook the noodles.
"Wait, the last time we visited you here were… hmm…" he said, counting with his fingers.
"Nine. Dean, I was nine. And there is so much I have learned since then. So, if you are here to soften me up so I'll forgive Dad, don't bother wasting your time, because it won't happen." I replied.
He sighed as he took off Dad's brown old leather jacket, hanging it on the coat rack before making his way over to me.
"Alright, squirt, what's wrong then? I can tell something is bothering, spill." He said as he leaned onto the counter crossing his arms over his chest, watching me work.
"Do you know what caused those kids to bully me?" I asked, turning to look at him, willing my eyes not to water as I did.
He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, as his jaw flexed once more.
"Someone started a rumor about me, it was of being the town drunk's adopted daughter. That my parents didn't want me and that's how I ended up here." I whispered as I stirred the noodles.
So, many rumors had been going around but that one. That one stung the most. Because not only did they not realize what truly happened with my mother but now I was branded as an abandoned, unwanted child.
"What? Sienna, you know that is not true. Mom died when you were just a baby, and Dad, well, I am not excusing him for what he's done, but he left you here because he knew you couldn't grow up like Sam and I. He loves you. We all do." He said, as he pulled me into a hug.
A tear escaped, and ran down my cheek as he did, allowing me to quickly wipe it away without him noticing.
"I know you do. Even Uncle Bobby." I muttered into his chest.
"Exactly. Just because we aren't here. Doesn't mean otherwise." He added.
"I know. I know." I muttered pulling away.
I could feel his stare in the back of my head as I turned away.
"Now, I want a list of names those little shits that participated, along the teachers, and I want it now." He growled.
"Not gonna happen, dear brother. I already took care of them. Don't need your help, brother mine." I snipped, patting his cheek hard.
"Ouch. Duly noted." He muttered, rubbing his cheek as he turned away.
I scoffed, "Bitch." I muttered, turning away amused.
"You didn't have to hit me, you know." He muttered, still running his cheek.
I sighed rolling my eyes,"You're right, I didn't. But you asked for it. So, stop being a little bitch, I just tapped your face really hard. Get over it." I snipped as I stirred the food on the stove.
"Why are you so bitchy?" He muttered.
"Oh I don't know, it might have to do with the fact that every time you and dad show up, he either fucking pawns me off on Sammy, or you. Being treated like an object, it's just great, ya know? Let's not forget that Sammy isn't here or he would be the one standing here with me instead of you. But let's ignore that fact and pretend everything is fine and dandy." I retorted.
"Jeez. Alright. I get it. Can you please calm down? How about you turn the stove off and I take you out for dinner instead?" He offered with a smile.
I sighed, turning to look at him. " Dean, I am almost done, if you are really in the mood for a burger, why don't you just go by yourself? I'll be fine by myself for a while." I said, giving him a smile.
"Not why I said it. I really do want to catch up with you. I am not trying to act like I care, I really do care." He said, offended.
"We can catch up here, Dean. We don't need to leave to catch up." I pointed out, as I turned off the meat on the stove and turned to look at him.
He sighed, rolling his eyes, before looking at me. "Alright, I was just trying to get you in a better mood, but fine, we can catch up here." He said, looking tired, for the first time since he arrived.
When I turned towards the things on the counter I sighed tired, before looking back to him. "Alright, you win, you big baby. Help me clean all of this and put it away so we can go grab a bite to eat." I said, rolling my eyes.
He whooped excitedly before pushing off the counter. "That's what I'm talking about." He said, with a smile as he began grabbing the ingredients for the casserole and shoving them into the refrigerator.
"You don't have to look so happy about it…" I grumbled, with an eye roll.
He rolled his eyes as he finished shoving the last of the ingredients in, before turning to me. Lifting his arm towards me. "Shall we, my lady?" He asked in a poor posh accent.
I rolled my eyes before moving to grab one of the sweaters that he and y had sent me from theirany travels before returning and taking his arm. "Lead the way, brother mine." I finally said as he gave me a cheesy smile in return.
