The Youngest Of Five (COMPLETED)

thirty eight

We drove home, laughing and singing along to throwback songs. It was nice to have a heart-to-heart with Brandon; he admitted to me that when Dad left,  he saw Mum hit a lot of low emotions, he didn't go into the details, but he recalled on the nights that he would see Mum sat awake in the early hours, crying and stressing about how she would manage. He promised Mum that he would help her out and no matter what happened, he would help watch over us younger siblings. That's exactly what he's done, he stepped into the parental role and took on board caring for his younger siblings, I respect him for that

By the time we arrived back, it was 5:25am, I saw no point in going to sleep, so I headed upstairs for a shower. I could still hear Elliott snoring, which wasn't a surprise

I quietly closed the bathroom door and stripped down, switching the shower on and letting the hot water fall down my body

In a few hours I have college, which I'll probably spend with the twins since I haven't heard from Hannah or Adam. Honestly it surprises me, they're usually always in contact with me, I messaged them both to see if they were alright, but I haven't heard back. I assume they're just busy with college work. It would still be nice for them to just message back. I haven't had Hannah or Adam message me to see if I'm alright - heck I don't even think they know about the fight...

Luke and Corey have introduced me to their friends, they seem nice. I don't really speak to them though, at lunch I just sit quietly and look on my phone. I feel that I don't really have many friends, if any

Pouring some shampoo into my hand, I massaged it into my scalp, relaxing as I did so. By now my facial brusies and marks were practically faded now, as were the bruises and odd scratches on my arm. Whilst the physical marks were fading, the emotional marks were still hanging around, I felt uneasy at college on my own, mainly due to the fact that if I saw Matt, I wouldn't know what to do

Brandon

Today was the day I told Alexa the truth about Mum, the truth that only I knew. The way she would be sat downstairs in the early hours, either crying or stressing about emotional and financial issues. I made her promise she wouldn't tell anyone - I think she deserves to know why I do act like a parent sometimes. I'm strict because I don't want her getting caught up in the wrong crowds or getting herself into trouble, if Mum was at home, it's what she'd be doing

Dad was never right for Mum, he wasn't the best guy for her to be around; I heard him shouting at her sometimes, I don't know if it ever got violent, but Mum really loved him, she realised a few months after the divorce that he was toxic and not right for her. I'm glad she's happy now, but I'm used to her leaving us all the time. It's hard, I'll admit that, but what can I do? I live away from the family home, partly because my siblings are older now and can take care of themselves better, also, Elliott is around to take charge when I'm not there

I myself went up to bed and tried to get in half an hour, before I would have to start getting up and ready for work. My job requires me to work long shifts, it's a decent wage and it helps me to live on a daily basis, but it's by no means what I would like to be doing. A job's a job, and it helps me get by everyday

Pulling the duvet over my body, my eyes gently closing and falling into a light sleep