Pheonix791989
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This is my new story. my ADHD is driving me crazy. dont worry I'll be able to finish with the Out Come The Wolves story. so yeah. umm this story is about Mike and His twin sister so Mike comes home after he left when their mom died so his sister's pretty ****** at him. She then meets his friend Brad. what can come out of all of these problems? Is Mike's family really that dysfunctional.
"Why can't you be more like him?"
It boiled my blood. It was always Mike this and Mike that and Why can't you be more like your twin brother? It's always bull ****. Mike left my family right after mom died. He's always so great cuz he's in some stupid band and makes a whole **** load of money.
"you can't even control your **** daughter any more!"
My bitchy step-mom shouted.
"I'm trying the best I can with this!"
"She Drinks and does drugs for crying out loud! Cant you do something?"
This is what I've gone through for every day for the past ten years, so I guess its life. My father stormed upstairs and looked at me. I cringed away from him.
"When your brother gets here, your leaving with him. I can't stand to have you any more."
It seems like I'm pretty stupid for being afraid of him. I'm twent ******* six years old and I'm scared as **** of my dad. The doorbell rang. I went into my bedroom and locked the door. I heard joking and laughing down stairs. I could feel the tears sting my eyes. I don't want to go with that useless ******, he's alway the better twin so to say. **** goody goody. I stayed up in my bedroom for about three hours. My stomache growled. *** I was so hungary. I havent eaten in almost a whole 24 hours. I slipped down stairs and into the kitchen. I ran into someone.
"I'm sorry."
It was a guy with a big afro and a beard. **** he was cute.
"Hey Brad, where did you go? Hey Lexi!"
Mike gave me a huge hug. It was spine crushing.
"Are you alright Melissa? I can practically feel your ribs."
I pushed my twin away from me.
"Go away Mike."
I said as I grabbed something to eat out of the fridge. i looked at Brad who was just standing there between me and Mike. I shook my head silently at him.
"I don't get you. I missed you so much and this is the kind of hello I get?"
I frowned at Mike.
"Maybe if you actualy stuck around to take care of you twin sister you'd know."
I said my voice dripping with anger and spite. My dad then came into the kitchen.
"Alexia, join us in the living room so you can meet your brothers friends."
My dad said giving my shoulder a painful squeez. I gave a sigh and walked into the living room. I already knew who his friends were. I've seen them on TV, but I let Mike go through the intros. I sat on the couch in between Mike and Brad. I pretty much tuned out everything every one was saying. I was in my own little world. I saw someone wave a hand infront of my face. I gave a low growl as I blinked.
"Come on we have to pack you up."
Mike said as if he was addressing a little four year old kid.
"**** off Mike."
I said under my breath. I packed my stuff up and drug it and my book bag down stairs.
"Let me help you with that."
It was Brad.
"I'm fine, I can handle it."
"I insist."
He said as he picked up my suitcase. I sighed. Dude this guy was stubborn. I let him carry my stuff.
"There are two bunks left both on the bottom, take your pick."
I picked the bunk to the right. I opened up the privace curtan.
"Wow"
I said as I climbed in.
"Looks like we're bunk mates!"
Brad said as he dropped his head over my bunk.
"Cool."
I said as I looked up at him.
"Big Bad stop flirting with my sister!"
Mike shouted from his bunk.
"****** off! I'm not your sister!"
I yelled.
"Sorry Brad didn't mean to yell."
I apologized. A smile broke out on his face.
"Don't worry I have to put up with Chester!"
We both started laughing.
"Why can't you be more like him?"
It boiled my blood. It was always Mike this and Mike that and Why can't you be more like your twin brother? It's always bull ****. Mike left my family right after mom died. He's always so great cuz he's in some stupid band and makes a whole **** load of money.
"you can't even control your **** daughter any more!"
My bitchy step-mom shouted.
"I'm trying the best I can with this!"
"She Drinks and does drugs for crying out loud! Cant you do something?"
This is what I've gone through for every day for the past ten years, so I guess its life. My father stormed upstairs and looked at me. I cringed away from him.
"When your brother gets here, your leaving with him. I can't stand to have you any more."
It seems like I'm pretty stupid for being afraid of him. I'm twent ******* six years old and I'm scared as **** of my dad. The doorbell rang. I went into my bedroom and locked the door. I heard joking and laughing down stairs. I could feel the tears sting my eyes. I don't want to go with that useless ******, he's alway the better twin so to say. **** goody goody. I stayed up in my bedroom for about three hours. My stomache growled. *** I was so hungary. I havent eaten in almost a whole 24 hours. I slipped down stairs and into the kitchen. I ran into someone.
"I'm sorry."
It was a guy with a big afro and a beard. **** he was cute.
"Hey Brad, where did you go? Hey Lexi!"
Mike gave me a huge hug. It was spine crushing.
"Are you alright Melissa? I can practically feel your ribs."
I pushed my twin away from me.
"Go away Mike."
I said as I grabbed something to eat out of the fridge. i looked at Brad who was just standing there between me and Mike. I shook my head silently at him.
"I don't get you. I missed you so much and this is the kind of hello I get?"
I frowned at Mike.
"Maybe if you actualy stuck around to take care of you twin sister you'd know."
I said my voice dripping with anger and spite. My dad then came into the kitchen.
"Alexia, join us in the living room so you can meet your brothers friends."
My dad said giving my shoulder a painful squeez. I gave a sigh and walked into the living room. I already knew who his friends were. I've seen them on TV, but I let Mike go through the intros. I sat on the couch in between Mike and Brad. I pretty much tuned out everything every one was saying. I was in my own little world. I saw someone wave a hand infront of my face. I gave a low growl as I blinked.
"Come on we have to pack you up."
Mike said as if he was addressing a little four year old kid.
"**** off Mike."
I said under my breath. I packed my stuff up and drug it and my book bag down stairs.
"Let me help you with that."
It was Brad.
"I'm fine, I can handle it."
"I insist."
He said as he picked up my suitcase. I sighed. Dude this guy was stubborn. I let him carry my stuff.
"There are two bunks left both on the bottom, take your pick."
I picked the bunk to the right. I opened up the privace curtan.
"Wow"
I said as I climbed in.
"Looks like we're bunk mates!"
Brad said as he dropped his head over my bunk.
"Cool."
I said as I looked up at him.
"Big Bad stop flirting with my sister!"
Mike shouted from his bunk.
"****** off! I'm not your sister!"
I yelled.
"Sorry Brad didn't mean to yell."
I apologized. A smile broke out on his face.
"Don't worry I have to put up with Chester!"
We both started laughing.