What is wrong with you?

"Am starting to think I have a stalker," he says with a smug smile.

I want to slap it off his face but it makes him even more handsome.

I swear being this handsome should be considered a crime.I should push him off but instead I face him square on and give him what I consider to be my most seductive look and say "you wish," a smile following afterwards.I am blaming this on the alcohol.

You barely had more than two sips of alcohol. A voice at the back of mind says.

"You have very beautiful eyes. I have never seen such a shade before. Green, I love it," I blush at that.

"You have very full lips," my eyes drew to his lips.

"Yours are a very sexy shade of pink," his voice is low, his eyes drop to my lips.

My mouth goes dry and my eyes back to his as my tongue darts out and traces my lower lip moistening it, his eyes trailing my movements. Did someone turn the heat on? Because it just got hot in here and my body temperature is rising.

He starts to lean in and I mirror his movements when I suddenly remember how we met and as a reflex my knee comes up between his legs colliding with where the sun doesn't shine.

Rolling of me and cradling his jewels he yells, "what the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you do that?"

"That is what you deserve for being an asshole," I get off the floor.

I am very glad I wore my very long blonde hair down, otherwise I would never pull off flipping of hair as I turn around and strut out of that room, out of this freaking house and very far away from the past few minutes.

As I am walking down the hallway I collide with Danny, "have you seen Amelia?"

"Check the last room down the hallway," he sings.

"Are you high?"

"What are you? A high patrol?"He chuckles at his joke before skipping towards the stairs.

Releasing a small chuckle at his state, i make my way towards the door that he pointed, "Amelia, I am lea- "

The words get clogged down my throat when I see the sight in front of me. A very naked Amelia pinned against the wall by a huge naked wall of muscle flexing as they hold Amelia, their hair sticking out in every direction, faces flushed as they peer at me with hazy eyes.

"Yip!" I try to apologize but a squeak escapes.

My face immediately matches the color of the scratches on the guys back as I race out of that damned house.

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To: griffincaleb@gmail.com

From: skylarlodge@gmail.com

Re: Therapy.

Falling down, I look down at the cliff, with is thick forest on the base stretching over for miles and a small lake in between the clusters of natural trees. The rain falls down hard on my back as the wind whips around my hair, reminding me of how much I used to love this place when I was young.

Nobody around for miles to remind me of how alone I was despite living with a family of six. How nature accepted me fully with no inhibitions. I let out a strangled cry that echoed for miles but not into anyone's ears. Nobody came down here.

I sit there for so long that the rain turns into drizzles and my ass starts to hurt from sitting down for so long. 

I begrudgingly got up and trudged back to my house, wondering how much of my life was a lie, cursing myself for how stupid I was to not realize.

"Oh my god, Sky. Look how wet you are. Take a shower I will make you some tea," Eden gets off the couch where he was sitting.

Was he waiting for me? Does he know?

"C'mon " he pushes me in the direction of the bathroom when I make no move to go shower.

I take a quick hot shower and bundle myself in sweats and a huge hoody that belonged to Eden.

"Did you know?" I ask as I stand behind him in my small kitchen.

"Have some tea first?" he says, pushing a cup to me, his eyes not meeting mine.

He knows and if I have learnt anything from the previous secrets he has held from me, he will never let out a pip while sober, but drunk? He is one of the worst spillers. 

And makes horrible tea, of this I was reminded when I took a sip of the concoction he called tea.

"This tastes like a diabetics ringer," I spit it out.

"No, it doesn't," he refuses, taking a sip, only to make a face I can only describe as his hate face. 

He makes one every time a girl he is with starts to be too much, or gets a gift he doesn't like on his birthday.

"Okay fine. It's not good. Make us the tea, I will get out a game we play," he pours the tea in the sink before leaving.

Getting out the ingredients I whip up some tea not forgetting to add brandy, the only alcohol that gets him rumbling after a few sips.

"Body part twisters?" I am already annoyed, as I set down the tea and some cookies I made yesterday.

I hated twisters. It was a stupid game that Eden was addicted to and made us play almost every time we had a party or he was having a horrible day or sick. Of which I was always on the receiving end of his stomach cleaning itself.

I hated it, but on some occasions, I always got back at him.

"Ooh you love it, just admit it," he gushes while drinking his tea.

"If you get to finish both cups of tea, then yes,"

"Deal" he gulps down both cups.

"Okay. Red"

"Leg on white"

Elbow on blue,"

"Knee on white." 

He wobbles a bit. "What was in that tea? Its strong,"

"Did you know that I am not your sister?"

"That is stupid. You are my sister," he laughs. "Just half but still a sister,"

"What! How long have you known?" I fell off the sheet.

"You lose!! Like two weeks after moving out here,"

"You have known for 10 years?" I scream at him.

"Stop shouting. Mum will know you are back,"

"What you are telling me is that for the better part of a decade you have known I was not part of this family? And why are you worried if mom knows I'm back?" I start pacing around in front of the tv.

"I feel you need some time to digest plus she will totally lie to you. Don't get me wrong I love her but she can at times be a bitch," he gets off the floor and onto the couch.

I stare at him shocked, he and mom have one of the best parent-child relationships I know, "what?"

"Yeah. What sort of parent chooses to take one twin and leave the other and refuses for the child to meet the father even though she treats the child like she is none existent. She has never cared about you enough to even cook for you, she even agreed to throw you out of the house and you were only ten, who does that?"

"Hold up. You are losing me here; what do you mean by 'she didn't even cook for me'?"

"Yeah. Your father always cooked food and had it delivered. That's why you had different food from us- "

"Wait. I had different food and my own cabinet from you because I was sick. That's why I have been taking medicines," I say, picking up my medicines from the cabinet near the tv.

"No. Where would you get such thoughts from? Those are just vitamin D's. Dad refused to pay anything for you, so your father bought everything for you and that is why your things were different….," he continued talking but I zone him out.

I stop pacing around the room, my brain shock-circuiting from the influx of information hitting me all at once.

"STOP! Just! stop!" I breathe out. "You mean to tell me that for the past 20 years of my life, that I have been thinking I have some type of communicable disease that I can infect other people and that is why all my things were stored different from all of yours and took medicines and went to the hospital after every two months and had to move out of the house to the small house at the back of the main house was all a freaking lie?" I am full on yelling at this point.

"Yeah, it was so entertaining on how you got about cleanliness and the way you stayed away from people," he laughed.

I stopped and stared at him remembering all those times that I kept to myself when I liked someone or someone was interested in me or accepted to live by myself when I was only ten years, all because the man, I called my father didn't want to spend on me or have me as a part of his perfect family?

I wanted to scream, punch something or someone. But the energy was draining quickly out of me making me feel sad, betrayed, unloved and the urge to cry again was overpowering all other feelings and I just wanted to be anywhere but here. Anywhere that the Stones weren't or had any affiliation to.

Picking my jacket, I walked out of the house, with Eden calling after me asking where I was going and if he could come.