So, I've been sick all week, which has had its' good and bad points.
Bad: I have to take tons of medicine every morning before heading to volunteering so I won't get the little children sick, it sucks trying to sleep with a stuffy nose and I have no idea what I'm doing/saying half the time (Sorry if some things in this chapter don't make sense... Luckily, I wrote out a draft before getting sick, but you never know...).
Good: more time to write! Since I'm sick, my mom has been going really easy on me. So I don't get yelled at for spending hours on the computer! Yay!
Anywhoo, enjoy the next chapter !(:
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga. But I do own the Bronson's, Jessie & Kole ! And anyone else I may have forgotten. O.o
BPOV
"I'm dreaming." She turned and looked desperately at me. "Please tell me I'm dreaming." I shook my head at her, but keep my eyes on Brent. New pack members had a tendency to lash out once they phased for the first time.
"I'm sorry Sky." she shook her head at me, turning to her brother.
"You were supposed to protect me, and all this time you were more dangerous than he ever was..." Her voice trailed off and her shoulders shook.
"Sky..." I put my hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her and restrain her at the same time. But she shook my hands off, stepping away from me.
"No." Her voice cracked. "No, you lied to me. You've been lying to me my whole life." Brent took a step forward, his expression both hurt and determined.
"Skylar backed away, sobs shaking through her whole body.
"You lied," she muttered before running up the stairs and locking herself in her room.
I started after her, but stopped myself. She needed to be alone, I knew her long enough to know that. Besides, I needed to deal with Brent first.
I took a deep breath before turning to her temperamental brother.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" I grinned and Brent growled at me. "Oh, come on, you and I both know that I'm bigger and more experienced than you are. You wouldn't stand a chance." He barred his teeth at me, but seemed to calm down a bit.
"Alright, now that we're being civilized, I need to get you to Sam." Brent stared at me blankly. I sighed, glancing up the stairs.
"So you can phase back. Now hurry up, how long do you want your mom and sister to be alone?" Brent grunted, but headed for the back door.
He was so short, he fit through it easily. I had to keep myself from laughing; that was pretty sad.
I barley fit though as a human. I guess that's what happened when you're only half Quileute...
I stopped walking after a few yards.
"You know your way from here. I'm going to head back and try and calm your sister." Brent growled at me, but ran off in the direction of Sam's. "You're welcome!"
He was pretty fast, but then again, he was a light-weight.
I could still hear Skylar crying when I walked in the back door. I could also hear Mrs. Bronson at her door, trying to get Skylar to let her in.
"Mrs. B, you're supposed to be in bed." She glared at me, coughing. Her eyes were red, she had been crying too.
"I need to talk to her. She wasn't supposed to find out like this..." I put my hands on her shoulders, leading her back to her room.
"Stressing out about this won't make you better. I'll talk to Skylar, she'll be fine. She just needs to get used to it." Mrs. B was hesitant, but she got back in bed.
"Brent went to Sam?" I nodded and she sighed.
"Thank you." I nodded, slowly closing the door.
Now, how to get to Skylar... I could beg? Or get a crowbar... Oh! Her window was still open...
"Brady?" Her voice was hoarse and shaky. "Could you come in please?" The door unlocked and opened.
"Are you okay?" She shook her head, walking backwards and sitting down on her bed heavily.
"Why didn't he tell me?" I sat down beside her, lifting her into my lap. She was still shaking, trying to hold back tears.
"He didn't know what he was. None of us did. He's been shaking like that since the third grade. He phased for the first time tonight." Skylar sighed.
"It's because mom's from Australia. We're not full Quileute."
"He didn't know, I guess something must have happened that finally made him angry enough to..." I stopped, she was crying again.
"Oh my gosh! It' all my fault! If I had just listened to him, this wouldn't have happened! He wouldn't have, and I wouldn't have..." She was crying so hard now she couldn't speak anymore with losing her breath. And she said she didn't cry very much.
I tried to calm her down, but I'm completely useless when people start crying.
"Skylar, he'll be fine. It was bound to happen eventually." She continued crying, seeming unaffected by my words. "Think about it this way, because of you it didn't happen somewhere public. No one will know about this except the pack and us." I sighed. "Skylar, you need to breathe." She tried, and ended up getting the hiccups.
I groaned. Now what? I was extremely bad at this stuff...
"Skylar." The hiccups continued. "Skylar, you need to listen to me." She looked up at me with big, glassy eyes. She looked so hurt and betrayed.
"I can't explain anything else to you, it's not my place. But you have to know that he would never hurt you. Not on purpose, he had no idea." Skylar nodded, but tears continued to spill from her eyes. He bottom lip quivered, but she bit down on it, to keep from crying.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't cry." She frowned at herself. I hugged her closer to me, moving her hair out of her face.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. My mom reacted the exact same way when I phased." Skylar smiled.
"Really?" I nodded, playing with her hair.
"Except she didn't have anyone to hold her." Silence filled the room, my sentence hanging in the air. "Speaking of mom's, I think you have to talk to yours." Skylar didn't answer for a while. She just took my hand and started playing with my fingers. Her hand looked so small and fragile in mine.
"You're right, but I'm afraid of what she'll say." She laughed a little. "There's going to be a lot of tears." Skylar sighed, letting go of my hand. "I'll go, but first, I want to ask you something." I nodded, suddenly cautious.
"You knew about Brent this whole time. Why didn't you tell me?" She didn't seem mad, but one look in her eyes told me that there was a wrong answer.
"Hearing it from me, and not form Brent, would have made everything worse, wouldn't it?" Skylar seemed to consider that for a second, before she nodded.
"I guess that makes sense." She got up, wiping at her eyes. She kissed my cheek. "Thank you." I nodded, watching her leave.
Now I had to talk to Brent before he could talk to Skylar. He needed to have his story straight.
SPOV
"Mum?" I knocked on her door hesitantly.
"Come in." Mum was in a sort of quarantine. She had the flu, and she really didn't want us catching it.
I sat at the foot of her bed, smiling.
"How are you feeling?" She rolled her eyes, sitting up.
"I was doing fine, until I heard you two fighting downstairs." I looked down. We weren't supposed to stress mum out unnecessarily.
According to her doctor, stress would only make her condition worse. He wouldn't tell us why though, which I was still upset about.
"I'm sorry." Mum shook her head.
"It's my fault; I shouldn't have allowed him to keep it from you for so long. I just didn't want to upset him..." She looked at me with a love I had only really seen from one person. I still wasn't used to it.
"I didn't want and trace of that part of us in our family."
I nodded, suddenly understanding something. "That's why you don't like Brady." Mum frowned at me, gesturing for me to go sit beside her.
I did, and she lifted the blanket over me, putting her arm around my shoulders.
"I do like him, he makes you happy. I don't like the way he's going about it though." I nodded.
"You told him, about dad?" Mum didn't answer.
"I'm sorry Skylar, for all those years that he shut you up in that house. I'm sorry for how every time we visited, we were so happy and you were living in hell. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." She pulled me closer to her ribcage, and I gently hugged her side. She seemed so breakable.
"I forgive you. And Brent too I guess, he was just looking out for me. Besides, you guys took me in even though you knew how broken I was physically and emotionally. You loved me even though I was determined to block you out of my life." I looked up at my mother, already sensing the tears that were coming.
This woman had given birth to me, fought for me when no one else would.
"You shouldn't be apologizing, I should be thanking you." I hadn't even noticed I was crying until mum used the comforter to wipe my tears.
"I haven't seen you cry since you were four." She smiled at me and we both ended up crying and laughing together. "I wish I had been there to see you grow up," she muttered, patting down my ahir.
"Trust me; I still have a lot of growing up to do. You haven't missed much." mum grinned.
"Good! Now, you're brother should be getting home soon, and you need to talk to him." I nodded, getting off the bed.
"Thank you mum, for everything."
"No, thank you. Now go." I closed the door softly behind me. Well, I guess I was contaminated now. I hope Brady didn't mind staying another week...
Brady wasn't in my room or in the living room. I was about to check the kitchen when the back door suddenly slammed shut.
I froze where I was, and so did Brent when he saw me.
"Brady had to go to, uhm, work. He said he'll be back later." I nodded and Brent headed to his room.
I followed.
"We need to talk." Brent stopped, causing me to run into him. He caught me before I fell backwards.
He felt just as warm as Brady.
"About what?"
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just..." I frowned at the ground.
"Yeah, I know. Confused. I'm supposed to be your safe, older brother." Brent shrugged.
"See, that's the thing, you still are my safe, over-protective, annoying, older brother." Brent scowled.
"Was that supposed to make me feel better?" I laughed, nodding.
"But you're still Brent, just a bit less fragile." Brent scoffed.
"I wasn't exactly fragile before." but he smiled, pulling me to his side and ruffling my hair.
"Not the hair," I complained, pulling away.
"Don't worry, it looked pretty bad already." I glared at him and Brent grinned. "Oh, and I'm sorry too, for not telling you earlier. I didn't want you to be afraid of me. He shrugged.
"Ha, yeah right. Like I'd ever be afraid of you. I'm pretty tough if you don't know."
"Yeah, I do. And I never thought I'd say this, but I'm proud to have you as a little sister. You've been through a lot, and you went through it alone." He smiled.
"Thank you." I punched him the arm. "And I'm pretty glad I have you as an older brother. I mean, who needs a pony when I have you?" It took a few seconds for his confused expression to become a trifle angry."
"Ha ha, very funny. Now go to sleep, you have school tomorrow." I frowned.
"School?" The word sounded foreign to me.
Brent nodded. "Tomorrow is Monday Skylar, you have school." I sighed. Since when did Brent seem so eager for me to go to school? If I remembered correctly, mum still thought he drove me to school. Therefore he still had to wake up early...
Weirdo.
Mumbling to myself, I slowly made my way back upstairs.
"Night Brent!" He grunted in reply and then his bedroom door slammed shut. I rolled my eyes, walking into my room.
Brady was in his/my sleeping bag when I walked in.
" Is everything okay?" I nodded, jumping onto my bed face first. I sighed into my pillow, before turning my head sideways so I could look at Brady. He was sitting up, so we were almost at eye level with each other.
He smiled.
"We have school tomorrow," I reminded him, lying back in my bed.
"I wasn't going to do anything!" He pouted.
"Oh really? In that case, good night then." I pulled my blanket over my head, and it stayed there for a few seconds before Brady pulled it back again.
"Don't hide that beautiful face from me." I rolled my eyes, trying to pull my blanket back up. Brady stopped me again. "I'll let you sleep, I promise." Brady smiled again, turning around and opening the window.
I frowned at him, but didn't ask. It was two in the morning. There was school tomorrow and I needed to sleep. Kole would be pissed if he had to wait for me.
I waited until I heard Brady snoring before I got up and gently closed the window. I did not need to get sick again. He would live. Besides, he would eventually realize that the t-shirt he was wearing was keeping in heat. Once he got rid of it, he and I would both be satisfied.
Aright people, I know, I know, school's starting soon (25 Days Left For Me!). For some people, it already started ! D: (I'm extremely sorry to hear that...)
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