He looked at me before taking a bite. “Hm…. it’s good. Now, finish eating. You’ll be late for home.”
“Uh, sure.”
During my ride home, I looked at him and asked, “Are you sleeping better now? You don’t have to worry about her too much.”
He became puzzled and narrowed his eyes at me, “Don’t tell me you took up this task because you were worried for me?”
“Well…. that was also a part. I feel bad seeing the two of you suffer. So, I had to do something about it.”
“You are really kind, Aileen. You try to help people without asking for anything in return. If only people were as kind as you, she wouldn’t have had to leave her college like this. People can be so cruel sometimes, it’s beyond horrible.”
“Hm…I know…”
The way she broke down they must’ve been teasing her for a long time. That’s why she couldn’t take it and chose this method instead.
“Thanks for the ride, and don’t worry about Becky. She’s in good hands,” I said with a smile before getting out of the car.
He looked at me stunned then smiled back, waving at me.
“I know, thanks. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I watched him leave and made my way inside. He’s such a good brother. I wish I had a sibling as well.
I feel jealous of their bond.
But, if I tell Mom about this she’s going to think I’m asking for a brother or sister. Finally, she has dropped this idea from her mind. I can’t remind her about it again.
As soon as I stepped in, I noticed the atmosphere around me was tense. I looked in the direction of the drawing room. There wasn’t anyone around.
Is Dave back already? Mom doesn’t seem to be back yet.
I went to my room and after changing I came down to eat dinner. Nobody was at home.
The big house was screaming off loneliness when I looked around on my own.
It’s really sad to have no one around even though I live in a big house. How did Dave manage to live here before me and Mom moved in?
As far as I know, his dad isn’t…. that attached to his family. Then, did he experience the same loneliness that I’m going through at this moment?
I sat at the foot of the stairs, hugging my knees waiting for someone to show up. But there wasn’t anyone. It felt like just the time when I lived with Mom. She wouldn’t be there when I would come home from school and tuition. She wouldn’t be there when I would be sad, happy, lonely, or angry.
Cause she was always working. That little me who craved so much attention learned to be patient and quiet in such a short time I could never imagine. I was surprised myself how accommodating I became. I was never a well well-behavedd until my parents decided to divorce. It definitely took a toll on me.
I came back to my senses when my phone rang. I checked it to see Skylar calling.
I answered it right away, “Hello.”
“Hi, had dinner yet?”
“No, why?”
“It’s so late. When are you going to eat?”
“I was…. just waiting for my parents to come so we could eat together. That’s how we do it all the time.”
“Are you waiting for your dad?”
“How did you know? I never told you about it.”
“Yeah, but it’s obvious. Your mom is a nurse. Of course, she won’t be home at this time then you must be waiting for the Alpha. If you are hungry, why not give him a call?”
“Well…. I can, but I don’t want to disturb him.” I don’t want to talk to him about anything casual. Not until he takes back his words.
“You are so considerate, if I were you I wouldn’t even wait. Cause my situation is really advantageous. None of my parents were there to check up on me whether I ate or not, or whether I slept or not. Yeah, they do care about my grades and studies. That’s the only thing they ask when they talk with me in a while. It’s so funny, right?”
“No, that’s kind of sad if you ask me. Why don’t you say anything to them about it?”
“Say what?”
“About the things that you don’t like? And how abandoned you”Wasn’t I the same? The things that he’s feeling at this moment, are the same feelings I had in my heart when I was little. But, I didn’t dare to tell Mom about it.
Cause, she would consider me a burden or else. Even though she never thought of me as a burden no matter how hard she worked.
Why the heck did I have such a screwed way of thinking back then?
But, no matter what mistakes I made, I didn’t want him to repeat the same mistake all over again.
“Aileen, are you there?” he asked. “Why did you stop talking?”
“You should talk about your feelings with your parents. Or else they’ll never get you. And that’s not good.”