Fifteen
A/N: Here you are. Small chapter but you learn a bit about Oscar in this.
Oscar was sat at the kitchen table. He was pleased Alana was settling in. He loved living with her. It felt almost normal to be with his sister. Alana walked in and saw her brother's thoughtful look. She sat down next to him and didn't speak. Oscar had been through a lot since she'd been born. When he got into trouble he would get beaten up by dad and he would try to take the blame for things Alana had done to protect her from the beating. He'd had his neck sliced by their dad and he had been locked in the cupboard under the stairs for three days. Let Oscar still tried to protect his sister even after he got beaten up for the things she did. Alana loved her brother, he was caring and he looked out for her. When dad had died mum had become depressed and taken it out on Alana. She had also got drunk so Oscar had had to grow up quickly and look after Alana. She was grateful for that, he'd sort out cuts and read her stories. She knew she had been a horrid sister to him since moving into care by causing him distress when she had got kicked out of all her care homes or injured someone.
But since going into care Oscar hadn't had it easy either. He had suffered from depression from being away from Alana. He'd become more inverted and kept himself to himself. He had even got so quiet he didn't talk to Alana the first week she arrived at Stella House even though she was his sister. However his depression left him lonely and suspicious of people and when he had heard a group of children whispering about Alana he had assumed it was about him and started to beat them up. Alana had stopped him before it had got out of hand but they had moved here straight away. Alana was hoping that Oscar was getting over his depression.
Alana put her hands over her brothers. He looked up at her. "It will be alright. We're back together now and I'm not going to ruin this one. I promise," Alana told him. He nodded.
"I know. It's not that. I miss us when we were younger. About four and seven. Once dad had gone to war for the first time. Not that that had lasted long, he was back a week later. But that week. We had so much fun and we had a loving home for that one week. If only it had been like that all the time. You were so cute when you were younger," Oscar said. Alana raised an eyebrow as she remembered the week he was on about.
Alana ran into the garden her, at the time pure blonde hair before it changed to browny blonde, bunches streaming out behind her in the sunlight. She ran over to her brother and his friends. They were by the pond. Oscar was leaning over the edge with a net. Alana crouched down next to him. Oscar turned to face her. His green eyes sparkling and his short browny blonde hair dripping with water from the pond. "isn't it amazing?" he asked holding up the frog he and James had collected. Alana stared at the frog. She smiled.
"He looks like you," she teased. Oscar put the frog back in the bucket before chasing his sister around the garden. He was taller and had longer legs than her and he soon caught up with her. He grabbed her by the waist and started tickling her. She squealed happily and Oscar laughed out loud. Mum came out the house and saw what was happening. Oscar stopped tickling his sister and stood scared at what was coming. Their mum smiled at them before picking Alana up, looking at the grass stains on her dress, sighing and taking her in. Oscar visibly relaxed that they weren't getting into trouble for it. He went back to James.
"It's so amazing how they are able to live in water yet have lungs," Oscar stated. He had always been into nature.
Alana nodded. "it was a good week for you," she said. Oscar looked at her curious. "Once she took me in and sorted my dress out. She hit me, lots, told me I was a stupid girl and that she hadn't even wanted me. I didn't cry out or tell you as I knew you would react badly," Alana told him. Tears filling up her eyes. "they loved you so much more than they loved me. But that's not surprising. I mean look at us. You a helpful, caring, lovely boy. And me a monster that's been to prison." Oscar wrapped his arm around his sister.
"No you are lovely too," Oscar told her.