Chapter 3: the news

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2 weeks later

Lia's p.o.v

It's been 2 weeks since the Instagram comment, and all I felt is emptiness. Brad and I are not spending so much time together, it feels like I don't know who Brad is anymore.

"We're having a family meeting!" Peter opened the door, he saw me sitting on my bed, so he walked towards me, and sat next to me. "Whatever's bothering you -or whoever- let it go, because I think you're going to love the news!"

"What news?" I looked up.

"Family meeting, downstairs."

"But I don't want to move!" I groaned.

"Tag, you it!" He pocked me, and ran out of the room.

I laughed, as I chased him down the stairs. I saw all my brothers sitting on the couches, I sat between Jake and Chase. In front of me was Peter and Owen, then on my right side, Jack, Tony, and Alex were sitting. Grayson was standing, and he had a wide grin on his face. Did I mention that Mason was on the floor?

"Come on!" Peter yelled. "I want to tag Lia!"

"What?" Jake raised a brow at him.

"Lia and I are playing tag."

"You're playing without us?" Owen faked a gasp.

"How dare you?" Jack frowned.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves!" Tony put his hand on his heart, as if he was hurt.

"Now can you help me?!" I looked at Grayson.

"Fine, but I'm joining you guys!" Grayson pointed at me.

"Ok! Come on!" I whined.

"Reese is pregnant, and the father is me!" He danced. I was shocked, Reese was a slut back in high school, she slept with every guy, and now when my brother sleeps with her, she's pregnant? Reese was popular even in middle school, where I was.

All of us were shocked, we did not expect him to say that.

"And why are you so happy to have a baby with a slut?" Peter asked.

"I'm not, I'm just happy that the baby won't have a mother that is a slut," Grayson grinned.

"What?" We shouted.

"I'm keeping the baby, and I hope you guys are going to support me."

"We will, but we're shocked," I coughed.

"Are you ok?" Peter raised a brow.

"Yeah, just feeling a bit cold," I was freezing.

"Let me see," Owen put his hand on my forehead, then on my cheek. "You're getting a cold."

"Let me carry you-" I turned to look at Peter.

"I'm not a baby anymore, stop treating me as if I was 3, when I'm 18!" I yelled.

"Chill, he was only going to take care of you," Owen said slowly.

"I'm 18, and I can take care of myself! After all, I'm buying an apartment just for me!" I stood up, and walked to my house. They kept calling my name, but I just ignored them.

***

I grabbed my guitar that was leaning on the corner of the room, and sat down, and placed the guitar on my lap.

I started singing.

'Every time we got closer, I will push you away...
Pull you right back just to give you the pain

If I was your sinner, then you are my saint...
guilty of breaking your heart'

I sighed, and continued.

'I lie here awake, thinking of all the games I've played..
I let you wait
Hundreds of promises that I...
I never made
I fell forever in a daze
Till you walked away...
Cause of the words I didn't say'

I stopped singing, once I realized my voice wasn't good. I have no talents.

Maybe I was good at something else, something cooler than singing.

I grabbed a pencil and my notebook, and started drawing a girl and a boy holding hands.

Not good enough

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Not good enough.

I stood in front of the mirror, and started dancing.

(JUST LIKE HOW MACKENZIE'S DANCING)

I'm not good at anything.

I sat on my bed, holding back the tears that I kept for a long time. I grabbed the pencil again, and I did something wrong.

Uncontrollably, I drew him.

I gasped once I saw what I drew, I threw the paper on the floor, and ran to the bathroom, locking the door

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I gasped once I saw what I drew, I threw the paper on the floor, and ran to the bathroom, locking the door.

It's been two fucking years, Lia! You have to forget him, or get somebody to help you forget him because Brad is not.

***

Sorry for not updating :(

But I've been busy with school work, and everything bruh. I'm a senior, and I have to be great.

All credits go to Mackenzie Ziegler, and google. So yeah!

Anyhoo, hopefully I will see you guys tomorrow because...

It's not everyday bro!

Peace ✌🏼!

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