I walked along the outside of my house, admiring the beautiful flowers that climbed along the brick walls. They were yellow, orange, purple, pink, all of the colors of the rainbow. It really brought the house out and I certainly loved it. To add to the great day, it was sunny, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. The weather forecast predicted it would be like this for the rest of the year!
I turned around when I heard the sound of a branch breaking. There was no one there. The birds were still chirping on the beautiful oak tree that covered our entire backyard. I smiled and turned back to facing the flowers, but they were gone. Instead in its place were thorns. Sharp to the touch. I furrowed my brows, wondering what happened to them in that short second.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud thunder that shook the ground like an earthquake.
There were screams everywhere and people running out of their houses. The sky wasn't clear anymore but instead covered with huge, thick, dark clouds that let out raindrops the size of baseballs.
Before I could react someone grabbed me from behind and something was placed over my head.
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I woke up to see all of my brothers in front of me. My mom on my right and my Dad on my left.
"What's going on?" I tried to say, but no sound came out. Mom was ranting about how horrible her life was and kept waving her gun in the air. I was terrified, I couldn't move and I couldn't say anything. I could only watch.
"Lisa, why are you letting this happen?" Jason asked me. His voice held so much emotion and I wanted to say something, anything! But I couldn't. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't.
Mom then turned towards me with the most hate I have ever seen in her eyes. "This is your fault, Lisa. Look around you're the reason all of your brothers are dead. My eyes widened at hearing that and she stepped aside. That's not true they aren't dead. They were alive only a few seconds ago. But they were dead. They were all dead, with bullet wounds in them.
"It's all your fault Lisa," Mom sang. I looked over to Dad, but he was also dead. "Lisa," Mom kept singing waving the gun around. I cried, desperately wanting to get out of the bounds I was in.
"Lisaaaa," she kept saying, but her voice started to sound different. It sounded deeper. Everything around me started to disappear and was replaced with darkness. "Lisa!" This time the voice sounded familiar. Like...Jasons?
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I woke up finding it hard to breathe. My vision was blurry and I had a terrible headache. It was a feeling that I was all too familiar with. I was on the brink of a panic attack and already having an asthma attack. I frantically looked around the room for any sign that mom was here. "Hey, hey look at me," someone said. I made eye contact with Jason as he cupped my face and immediately started to relax. His face held all the reassurance I needed that everything was fine. He wasn't dead, he was right here. "What's wrong?" Justin asked. He was right next to Jason and so was Dylan and Jacob. They were all alive. "Are you okay?" Dylan asked.
"It must have been a nightmare," Jason mumbled to himself. "It's alright sweetie. You're safe here. You're fine okay?." I nodded, still finding it hard to breathe. "Go get her inhaler,' Jacob told Justin. Jason pulled me into a hug, comforting me. "It's alright. Calm down." Someone handed me an inhaler and I gratefully used it. After a few minutes, I started to calm down.
I was engulfed in the warm embrace of Jason and it was much needed. Even though mom was gone, locked away in prison, she still managed to find a way to torment me.
~Overprotective~
A few hours later
I walked out of the room with Justin meeting the rest of my brothers out in the lobby. We were leaving the hotel room and going back home. Not going to lie, I missed my super comfy bed and having my own space. I also missed not being rushed to get out of the bathroom because someone else wanted to use it. But at the same time, I didn't want to leave.
It was like a safe haven from what happened. As long as I wasn't home, then I would be safe. I knew that wasn't necessarily true, but it just felt better to believe that instead.
At least while we were here no one talked about what happened, to an extent, but I knew once we got home we would eventually have to talk about it. Really talk about it.
Dylan slung his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the hotel elevator. It was silent for a little as we just walked down the hall. Jason and Jacob were in front talking amongst themselves and Justin was behind us on his phone. "I'm scared too," he said just above a whisper.
I looked up at him wondering what he meant. "I try not to show it. Especially around you and Justin. I guess it's because you're not supposed to know if your protector is scared." He paused for a few seconds then continued.
"But I guess what I'm trying to say is. It's okay to be scared. A lot's happened in the past three days. Especially to you and trust me. I wish I could have done more to help or even prevent it. But as long as we're together then well be fine and there is nothing to worry about okay?" he looked down at me with a small smile on his face. I smiled back and hugged him tightly. That was exactly what I needed to hear. "Thank you, Dylan."
~Overprotective~
We arrived. Jason parked into the driveway and everyone just sat there. No one made a move to open the doors, Jason didn't even turn off the car. We all just sat there in silence. From here I could see into the living room window and could make out Mom waving her gun around. Simon talking to her, Jason, Jacob and I being held hostage. I couldn't get it out of my mind. It was engraved.
"Let's go," I said surprisingly. I don't know why I said it I just did. All eyes were on me. I looked down playing with my fingers. "We have to go in at some point....and-" I looked up at Dylan saying this. "-As long as we have each other we will be fine." Dylan smiled at me and so did the others.
"Alright then let's go," Jason said. We all got out and walked in after Jason unlocked the door. I don't know what I was expecting to see really, everything looked normal. The couches and carpets were replaced and everything was clean and in order...like nothing ever happened.
"It feels...." Dylan trailed off looking around. "Normal," Jacob finished off for him. "I don't know about you all, but I think the kitchen is where we all want to be right now," Justin said. I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood and it was working.
While Dylan and Justin ravaged the kitchen I decided to go upstairs to my room. When I walked in it was just the same. Nothing was moved out of place. My scrapbook was still on the floor where I left it. A picture of Jason and I, still flipped over with a glue stick next to it.
I flopped onto my bed, being comforted in the warmth and the familiar feeling that naturally came with it. Jacob knocked on my door and peeked in before I could say anything. "Are you going to get anything to eat?" he asked
"In a little."
He was about to close the door but instead walked in and sat next to me. "Are you okay?" he asked giving me a soft smile. They always ask me that. No, they're constantly asking me that. Especially after what happened.
"Are you okay?" I asked the same question looking at him. He didn't expect that. As a matter of fact, I was sure no one had asked him. He looked away and instead up at the ceiling. A long-time went on. So much so, that I thought he wasn't going to answer.
"Honestly? I don't know. A lots happened. Stuff that I would like to just forget but I know that wouldn't really help for the long run. And I don't know....I guess I just feel like I let you down."
I looked at him, shocked but he made no eye contact with me. "Jacob..." I said trailing off but he started talking instead.
"I hate to think of what could have happened but I can't help it. I couldn't do anything to help you. I was literally useless. "
I took his hand in mine making him look at me. "Jacob none of this was ever your fault and I never blamed you I still don't. So you can't say that.."
He pulled me into a warm embrace. "I'm so glad everything is okay." I could have sworn I felt something wet on my shoulder but I focused on the hug instead. It was much needed.
"Is mom gone? Will she leave us alone?" I asked pulling from the hug. Jacob looked at me where I could see the hint of tears. "She's gone sweety she won't bother us anymore."
I smiled at hearing that. That made me feel so much better. Knowing that the person who's tried their best to make my life absoloutely horrible, was gone.
~Overprotective~
Posting the next part on Monday :) I know I said only one more chapter after this but it's actually two because we all know I'm still forgetting one of the important people.
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