Breaking the Ice | ✍🏼

03. Sinking Ship

| Annalise Lauren |

"Sinking Ship"

After the house had been encased in total silence for well and truly more than 30 minuets, we decided to creep out of the attic. We couldn't be up here forever. 

But the sight that caught our eyes when we made it down the ladder, made my heart catch in my throat. This was beyond repairable. 

"Mother and Father are going to kill us with their bare hands" was all that came out of my mouth. I didn't even have time to process what I had said before I heard the roar of a expensive car. 

"no, no, no, no, no" Aiden murmured as he ran to the closest window, seeing our parents car pull into the driveway. There was only one solution. 

"We have to pretend like we slept through it" I ran to my bedroom, slamming the door open, as I flung the covers of my bed over my body. Aiden shut my door that I forgot to do myself, as I hoped that he ran to his own bedroom. He wouldn't rat me out, would he? 

It wasn't even our fault. 

If the ship is safe in the dock, then why did it sink in the dock? 

"Holy shit" great, they have walked into see a trashed house. Just another grounding for me and not Aiden. "Children?" I was a deep sleeper, mother, so if you cared to know that, you wouldn't yell that out to some random people. 

"What the fuck has happened out here?" Aiden's groggily voice floated down the hallway. Golly gosh, my brother is such an amazing actor. I mean, of course he is, he acts like my mothers little puppet whenever they are home. 

"Get your sister up Aiden. We need to leave and let the police trace this" I then heard my door creak open, sitting up as the door was closed, relief flooding my bones. 

I was then dragged out of my bed, not graceful at all, as I was pulled into my brothers arms, crushing me into a suffocating hug. A hug that I was more than grateful for. 

"They don't think it's us, which it's not" Aiden rambled into my ear. I liked when he used to ramble to me, because I could just sit and listen all day long, while he took over the conversation. 

The type of conversations I missed these days. 

But he had matured; he couldn't ramble because he would seem childish in front of his friends, but to me, he was supposed to be my big brother, my rock. 

Everything just disappeared that day, all because a false claim to my name. 

"We need to go!" my father's voice boomed throughout the smashed house, making me pull away from Aiden's grip, as I started running around my room, grabbing the bag I had packed for times like these. 

They weren't prepared, but I am prepared. I won't make their mistake again. 

I didn't realize then, but I do now, that it was my own mother that was ruining the relationship I had with my brothers and sister because she thought we deserved to be alone in this world because she was alone. 

Aiden had disappeared by the time I was about to walk out of the room, so he didn't see me pick up the piece of paper that was leant against the wall that my door was on. 

He didn't see that it was addressed to me, or that I had slipped it into the backpack that was now on my shoulder. 

I didn't get a chance to read it before I was rushing out of my room, making a haste stop to make sure I looked like I had just awoken, before I rounded the corner, meeting my mothers eyes. "She's finally here" she didn't bother to hide the bitterness in her tone. 

Ever since they had disappeared, or well murdered, my mother had slowly decreased her use of my name leaving her bitter mouth. I would rather it to never be said by either of them, which I suppose will stop in the next 3 years. 

I'd like to make it to 17 before I was out of this house, but at this rate, I'll be out of this house at the age of 16. 

For once, I would be able to make my own decisions; I won't be forced to have to have my ears pierced, I won't be forced to take all the opportunities that I didn't want to take. I would be free from the people I had called my family. 

The people that were supposed to support me all those years. 

But maybe my dream would all come crashing down if I read what was actually in that note that was addressed to me, and only me? 

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as much as I hate to say it, but I relate to some of this book. I am basically basing Annalise off my own experiences (most parts in my books are off my life), so her struggles are mainly mine. 

but, sorry for the short chapter! It was more of a filler for the next couple of chapters