'Dysfunctional: not operating normally or properly'
That was one way to describe Clara Campbells family. Dysfunctional; not operating properly. That was just what happened when your older siblings leave you.
Or that's what Clara had always believed...
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| Auston Campbell |
After the door had finished rattling on its hinges, I sat down at the bench that held so many memories; too many memories. I had no idea how to deal with this situation with Clara, she was a completely new girl, and I mean, I should have expected it.
I bowed my head, placing it in my hands. I should know what to do, I had raised everyone else, but not Clara, and that was the problem. She had raised herself, without a mother and father, but most importantly, without siblings.
We had all had a hand in this, whether it was before, during or after we had left her alone, one by one, some of us even leaving in pairs or a trio. 12 people had ruined one small, little girls childhood, and now we were coming back to fix what was going to be broken forever. There was no going back and the future was well and truly far beyond this family.
"Auston, how the fuck did you just let her go like that?!" Elias was the first to break the silence. I had no answer to what he wanted. Nothing I had ever done so far could have prepared me for any of this; the way she ran away without us knowing, she makes her own money and provides everything else for herself, and maybe occasionally mom and dad.
"I don't fucking know, do I?" I spat back out at Elias. I was beyond done dealing with whatever the fuck this show he had on, because he was the one that had pushed Clara out of the apartment before we had even gotten the chance to speak to her.
"Well, you have been the one that has watched each and everyone of us grow up. You were there for all of us, so you should have some sort of answer to whatever this problem is" I was just about done with Elias. He had really done it with me now.
"You know fucking what? I haven't been here for 9 years, and seeing my baby sister like that, has not only made me even more confused as to what the fuck has happened here, but I have no idea how to fix it! I wasn't the one that yelled at her all because she grew up without us"
I had said my peace. I turned, grabbing my keys from the bowl, as I pushed past Ethan and Kaiden, not meaning too but I was too angry and confused to even process what the hell was going on in my head, let alone the apartment around me.
"Where are you going?" a voice questioned, and I immediately knew it was Cameron's who was stood in the corner. Growing up, people used to think he had been the eldest, as he was always more mature than me, which offended me at the time, but after a while, that smirk was wiped from his face when he realized that he was eventually turning more and more into me, until he stopped caring.
"To get Greyson from the airport" and with that, I was heading for the old, rusting door, that I would need to get fixed soon, if we were going to be staying here until Christmas, but I would be surprised if we all lasted that long together, in such a small apartment.
I swung the door open, surely leaving a hole in the wall, before I swung it back around, letting it rattle on the hinges, just like it did when Clara left, not even 10 minuets ago. I took in small, short breaths as I jogged down the stairs, taking a deep breath once I had made it to the lobby, glad that I was on my own.
