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Chapter Three

"Aidan."

There was a calmness in Bobby's tone, calmness that didn't show on his face. I knew he was angry, maybe not at me but more of the fact that I had seen something so horrendous happen to our mother and I told no one, not even him. The way he spoke my name showed me he was trying to keep his cool but he was failing. His hands were slowly clenching into fists and it would be a matter of minutes before he blew up. I did not want to be near him when that happened.

"Let's go." Bobby pulled me from Jack's grip and started to walk towards the front of the backyard. I was doing my best not to cower in fright. Bobby truly was a terrifying guy but I knew he would never intentionally hurt me. He was a good guy. He ignored Green's calls, ignoring the fact that I would need to talk to him soon, would need to tell him but I guess he wanted to be the first to know what actually happened.

Bobby walked to his car tugging me along like I couldn't walk on my own. He opened the car door and shoved me in, slamming the door behind me. I huddled in my seat, blowing hot air into my ice cold hands to warm them up. Jack sat in the seat in front of me while Bobby in the driver side. He started the car and turned on the heater. We sat in total silence while the cat warmed up. I did not want to talk, Bobby was too fired up to walk, and Jack...well he was Jack. He rarely spoke when he was hurting.

And finally we were off.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Once we arrived at home, well my home really, it was still as tense as it was before and much darker than I thought. Jerry had also come home, probably wanted to spend time with us now. Like it really mattered.

I speed walked to the porch door, entering first with a sighed relief. It was warm and I could breath now. And then a voice spoke. "Y'all ain't right leaving me out in the cold like this."

I jumped, bumping into Jerry who chuckled and went towards the door to open it. "Jesus Chirst Angel!" I exclaimed placing a hand over my racing chest. Bobby rolled his eyes at me, muttering something that I couldn't quite make out.

"Yo little brother, you asshole." He told Angel, walking to him just as Angel got up from his seat. "You missed our mother's funeral too Jar-head." Bobby spoke with a softer tone. Guilt hit me at the mention of Mom's funeral and I wondered if the pain would always be there, reminding me. Both of them embraced tightly with a slap on the back before pulling apart. Then it was Jerry's turn for the hug and finally Jack.

"Did you get you're teeth whitened?" I couldn't help but chuckle at what Jack said.

"Man shut up, Jackie-poo." Angel then spotted me standing by the door after Jerry had opened it. "Aren't you gonna give your big brother a hug?" I actually thought about it too. Did I really wanna get all sentimental and comfortable with these people again? I mean, they did leave me all those years back and rarely visited, besides Jerry but he had a family. I shook my head and made my way inside, no guilt about leaving Angel without a welcome hug.

I couldn't help but overhear Bobby and Angel quickly speaking to each other. "She okay?" Angel asked with concern. I scoffed to myself, moving away from Jack when he got close.

"No man. She's got some shit going on with her that I don't even know yet." I rolled my eyes at this and leaned against the railing of the staircase.

Being back in Mom's house wasn't so normal as I thought it would be. Mom was gone, leaving the house with this empty feeling. Mom was always the one who got me to cheer up when I was having a shitty day. She was always there and now...now she just wasn't. All my brothers stood near the open door, looking around, taking in the emptiness I knew was there. Jerry turned into the living room leaving us for the moment.

"I'm gonna go get me something to eat." He started walking for the kitchen. "Any of y'all hungry?" We all said some form of no. I was hungry but I wasn't in the mood to sit and eat when all I felt like doing was crying myself to sleep.

"I'm gonna get some you take you're old room, Angel take yours. I'll sleep in Ma's room." Bobby looked at me once and I narrowed my eyes at him, pushing off the railing and heading for the kitchen where I knew Angel would be. I wondered, too, how Bobby would feel in Ma's room. Everything was the same, I knew that for sure. She didn't change much in the house and I liked that sense of normality.

Angel was fixing himself a quick sandwich, giving me a one over look. "You sure you ain't hungry?" He had an extra sandwich already made and I couldn't help but smile a bit.

"I'm sure." I replied, opening the 'fridge and grabbing me a can of 7-up. I closed the door and turned around to see Angel giving me one of those looks that said he knew I was lying and he didn't like it.

See, when I was just starting out in this house, just a couple of years ago, I used to lie like a rug. I lied constantly to everyone and when I was caught, I still lied because that's how I survived for so long. I didn't want people to know things about me so I covered myself with lies. Only, Evelyn saw through me and was slowly able to break the wall I built. With my brothers it had been slightly harder and since then, if I lied, it angered them. Angel could quickly see I was putting those walls back up to protect myself from being hurt once again.

"Don't start this." He warned me and I got angry at him.

"I'm ain't gotta listen to you." I sneered grabbing my soda can and storming out of the kitchen. Angel kept calling out to me, wanting to talk to me but I refused to stop. I jogged up the stairs, rushing to my bedroom and slamming the door close. I locked the door too just to make sure they couldn't get in. I climbed into bed, wrapping my blanket around my body and sighing sadly to myself. This was not how I pictured Thanksgiving to be. Never.

I stayed in my room for the longest, sipping slowly on my drink. The pain in my gut was the guilt. It was horrible pain. The tears wanted to come back but I couldn't cry anymore. I was tired of crying already.

A few minutes later I heard Jack playing his guitar and so I decided to visit him. His playing always used to soothe me down.