Why me?

chapter 4

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~Aaron's P.O.V. ~

"Keith! Don't even try! You knew I loved Jenna and you still did that! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!" I yelled back. It was his fault! His fault that I was this heartless jerk! I would NEVER fall in love again and I made sure of that. Yes, I know I'm a jerk. I hate my brother. I didn't care if he apologized 1,000 times! Never, means, never. "Look Aaron I said I'm sorry! Stop being so hard headed and admit that you miss me too! After all we're all we've got! You think that Mom or Dad give a crap about us?! I know you don't! They left us here alone in some house, because we were a 'disgrace' to our family! HUH!?? You think they CARE!! I'm all you got, and in return you're all I have! We're stinking related and we can't have a stupid conversation without eating each other's head off!?!?!" He snapped. "I THOUGHT I SAID GET THE HECK OUT OF MY ROOM!!! NO KEITH I DON'T THINK THEY CARE BUT I DON'T CARE EITHER NOW! THEY'VE HARDENED ME! YOU'VE HARDENED ME! ALRIGHT?! SO I'M SORRY IF WE'RE NOT HAVING A HEART TO HEART MOMENT EVERY DAY!!! NOW GET OUT!!!" I couldn't take it anymore; I shoved him until he was out the door. I pushed once more and he landed on his butt, causing him to drop his lollipop. It shattered to pieces at it hit the wood floor.

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled as I slammed the door in his face. I sat on the edge of my bed and didn't even try to stop the tears. I knew it wasn't true. He was my brother after all; it was hard to actually hate him. The thing about my parents was true too. My mom and dad were rich folks who felt like they're kids we taking they're 'Perfect Meter' down a few notches so they bought Keith and I a whole house so that we wouldn't bother them. So that the company they had over didn't have to look at us. They hated us and soon we started to hate them. The only reason my brother and I were ever with our parents, was when they were going somewhere big. Like a giant dinner or a formal party. Because if not it would look like they were 'bad parents'. I hadn't cried in a long time, but it felt pretty good to let it all out. Once I finished bawling, I went down stairs to apologize to Keith. "Sorry..." I said when I reached the bottom step. He turned in his seat to look at me. "Ok..." he replied and turned back around. Eh, good enough. I went back to my room and went through my cell. It was now 4:07. I'd gotten 15 missed calls, 10 voicemails, 23 texts, plus 7 e-mails from Veni, stalker much? I didn't reply to any; I just watched some relaxing T.V. until I dozed off around 10:30. Dreaming of what it was like before Keith stabbed my back.

~Heather's P.O.V. ~

"GOOD BYE FATHER!!" I yelled as I left the house. I had called Mase to come pick me up and drive me; I really didn't wanna walk today. "Well hey there, good looking... What could a gal like you want with a man like me?" teased Mason. We had always used to do that pretend to flirt and stuff... but not the way Aaron does it. When Aaron does it, it's annoying, rude, and straight up awkward... not playful. I winked at Mase and did a little twirl. He wolf-whistled at me. I was wearing some slim blue jeans, which I had to admit did look really good on me. I had put my now straightened hair in a half up and half down style. Some black sneakers and a comfortable baggy black sweat shirt. This was probably the best clothes I'd worn in a while... but, Hey it is my 17th Birthday! I had been dreading the day for a while, but when Mason got here I started looking forward to it. Not like- "HANGING BACON FOR DESSERT!!!!" My thoughts were cut short when Mason pulled out a present. "I assure you there is no Bacon in here!" he grinned. "Awww... I wanted bacon..." I pretend pouted. "Yeah, well I don't wanna be late to school. You do realize you haven't even gotten in the car yet?" he smirked. "Hold on, I forgot my phone inside!" I ran inside and closed the door. I was just walking in when I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed my father in the living room.

He was on the couch, but he wasn't alone. He was with a redhead. I couldn't picture my dad with anyone else but mom. But that's not the thing that stopped me, oh no. It was the fact that he was smoking. And on the table in front of them was a small pile of white powder. The redhead chick was chugging a bottle of whiskey as if it were going extinct tomorrow. My father was the sober type, he never did drugs, didn't have any criminal records, and he loved me. He wouldn't do these types of things. Their backs were facing me, so they were oblivious to the fact that I was here. My breath quickened. My vision grew fuzzy. Was it true? My father had never acted the same since my mom was murdered. I had my suspicions of alcohol maybe, but drugs? I guess my father couldn't cope with Mother being d-d......dead...... I started to lose my balance and I stumbled to the side table for support. I put my hand on the edge to steady myself, but the table wasn't that strong. It fell over under my weight.

I went crashing down with it. I heard a glassy crash, and pain shot up my arm. My dad was now at my side. And I was screaming in pain. "Make it go away, Daddy! Make it go away!!" I begged him even though I knew he couldn't possibly reverse what he had done. "It's ok... I'll call the hospital and they'll make the pain go away completely." He stated calmly. The red-head had been on the couch the whole time glaring at me as if I did it on purpose to distract daddy from the deadly powder. FUDGE TWINKIE ON A STICK, DO SOMETHING!! "Not the pain Dad I could care less, the drugs! The alcohol! The knife in back! The betrayal! And the chick! That woman! Make the prostitute LEAVE!" I screamed even louder than before. His eyes widen in realization, the front door opened wide. Then, Cherry Hair lunged at me from behind my dad, screaming louder than I thought was even possible. "I'M NOT A PROSTITUTE! BITCH!!" I closed my eyes waiting for the impact. But instead darkness came to me... "Come with me..." it hissed I tried to stay away. I didn't want to die, I'm way too young. But it started to swallow me. The darkness laughed an evil laugh. "You belong to me now!" it whispered. And I faded away.

~Mason's P.O.V. ~

"Hold on, I forgot my phone inside!" Heth said as she went back in her house. Heather... I'm not sure what took me so long to realize it, but I liked Heth, ALOT. The way she would laugh without a care in the world. Say weird things like 'Fish in Kool-Aid! ' She made me happy. She didn't remind me of my cruddy life; she made me forget it. She couldn't ever do wrong. She was so immature, but I loved that about her. She was good looking too, even though she didn't think so. With long, silky, hair, how cute her innocent eyes are behind those huge glasses. Even how she dresses. Not revealing and showing every bit of skin as possible, but comfortable and she doesn't care what others think. She looks straight through my physical appearance and likes me for who I am. Only problem was she liked me as a friend. I don't know how many times I was going to ask her on a date, but chickened out. I had noticed my emotions in the middle of fresh-men year. I was thinking about her personality when a scream came from the inside of her house. I could barely make out the word 'LEAVE'. Immediately, I got worried. I bolted from my car to her house. I opened the front door, my breath caught at the sight.

On the floor was Heather sprawled out her face twisted in pain... her arm was bleeding buckets of blood, a broken vase at her side. "I'M NOT A PROSTITUTE! BITCH!!" screeched a voice. I looked up to see a woman lunging at defenseless Heth. Next thing I knew I was on top of the infuriated lady. She didn't even touch Heather. "GET OFF ME!!" she spit in my face. She reeked of alcohol and marijuana. But I knew I had stay on her or she would go for Heth again. Cherry-hair wouldn't stay still; she kept hitting me, and scratching my face, I did what I had to; I gave her a one-hit-K.O. I checked on Heather. First thing I noticed was that she was unconscious; her limp body in her father's arms. One could only bleed so much, before drained out completely...

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