Chapter 290

I walk back down the stairs to see that she has also disappeared from the couch, even though she left the TV on, and she left every other thing on.

 I groan into the palm of my hand, exactly how could Oakley have turned into such a reckless and irresponsible child. I take the TV remote and then switch off the TV and close the blinds, i close the front door, I check my phone to see if the main gate is closed and decide no one is going in or out of this house today, and I feel oddly like my aunt.

My aunt who has set a curfew for ten on special days and seven to nine on normal days.

What I mean by normal days is that, normal days are those specific times when we have little to no trouble in our lives, when we simply live like the normal kids that everyone else thinks we are without any other complications attached to it.

Abnormal days or rather special days are those days when our emotions tend to get the better of us, like when Scott sometimes comes back late with a dejected grin on his face and his hands in his pockets.

Aunt doesn't ask him anything though, she doesn't behave as commanding and domineering as she does when it's me, whenever it comes to Scott, for some reason she's always calm.

I feel like Oakley has left the house, then she'll have to sleep where she went to. I know that I can't do that but still I make it seem like I can, I am the oldest person in this house as of now, and so I should start acting like it.

I should start getting some respect for my age.

"I was still watching that" Oakley says as she comes back to sit on the couch and switches on the TV again.

"I think i got a letter from Aron" i say quickly and I'm surprised at my own actions. You would think that j would want to keep something like this a secret but I realised I do not.

I don't want to keep this letter is a secret because it makes me feel guilty. all the same.

 She has frozen and I am practically watching her reaction.

"So that was what was in the pink envelope" she says and I nod my head.

"Were you the one who helped him bring it in here" I say and her face falls.

"I should not have, he handed it over to me at school saying that he needed to get it to you, but he didn't know how, and so I should please do my best to pass it to you"

"but then you dropped it on the counter, in the kitchen" I say to her and she nods her head

"The counter where I know you will surely find it, plus this is trash anyways. Exactly what is he aiming to make you feel like writing something like this".

That is also the question that has been lingering on my mind for almost ten minutes now.