Jealousy

Chapter 2

Daisys pov.

I was suddenly watching my favorite show pretty little liars season 6 until a knock came through the door. As I walked ahead not even bothering too look inside the peek hole I slammed it open seeing my older brother.

"Davy?"

"Hey Daisy, it's your brother and sorry if I haven't been talking too you for about 5 weeks." He sighs apologetically.

"Hey Davy wow I haven't seen you for a while. And it's fine come in." I smiled, stepping aside so he can walk inside.

Davy is one of my older brothers, well he's the only brother basically. Him and I would always share a room and tell each other old little stupid scary stories at home when we were younger but then when I was about 15 I decided I want too leave. Don't blame me, I was a little teenager who thought it was a good idea. But obviously it wasn't, I made stupid choices and didn't even think about family first. I always thought that I hated my parents and that they wanted me too leave but I was always wrong. Ever since I left, I had nothing. I had no one too live with, I had no friends that could've helped me and I even had no food. So then after finding my perfect friend Taylor one of my internet friends, we kind of met at a park and he thought helping me find a little apartment would make me happy. So he did, and here I am now. But for now on I would have too find a job and pay my own bills but he helps me with it so I am lucky.

"Nice." He grins, pointing out that he saw my whole little apartment.

"Thank you I thought you would actually hate how small it is." I replied, his head tilting in confusion.

And so then, I had never seen my parents cause of that. But about 3 months ago I came to visit and tell them how sorry I was, I was so lucky that they forgave me cause if they didn't my life would be way different since they help me pay my rent bills and things.

"So how's mom and dad?" I changed the subject looking at him with a look of awkwardness.

"Just fine I uh guess, mom hasn't been really okay since you left." He sighs taking a seat on the kitchen stool.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, not too loud.

"Well she has this kind of sickness I think it's called bi-polar depression I'm really not sure yet cause dad doesn't want too tell me or at least I don't ask." He explained tapping his fingers on the counter.

It had really got to me, my mom, having depression? Bi-polar? No the last time I have ever seen her is when she was super happy. She never changed moods, she was always a happy enjoyable mother how can she get sick so easily.

"Dad doesn't feel right about it either and he tries taking her too medicals and things but ugh." He frustratedly added, furrowing his eyebrows together.

All I did at that moment was shake my head in disappointment. How bad is it. The breakup with Luke and now the bad sickness with my mom? This can't get any worser.

"Well, can I go see her?" I looked at him straightly as he bit his lip.

"I guess if you want but she probably might not be home like usual."

"She's never home?" I sounded concerned scratching my chin as he nodded.

"She's always alone sitting on a bench at Mercedes park, the old park everyone used too go too. So if she ain't home we will go there." He reassured making me nod in agreement.