The alpha rejection

Chapter 3

There, standing smack bam in the middle of my kitchen dressed in a grey gamer t-shirt and dark wash jeans was a person I hadn't seen in 6 years.

      David.

 I run over and give him a big bear hug. be returned if and lifted me off my feet spinning me around and then putting me down again.

 When I looked up at him he was smiling down at me. he still look the exact same except he had a little facial scruff instead of his usual shaved face. his deep blue eyes always staring deep into your soul making you scared to tell the smallest bluff in fear that he would spot it out, he had always been fit but I noticed his muscles has grown bigger

 He looked me up and down before pulling me into another bear hug saying. "I missed you so so much sis, you wouldn't believe. Life's been so boring and Mum and Dad miss you a lot as well, nothing's the same without you." I chuckled."i miss you too David. a lot".

 He once again let me go. I noticed his smile wave slightly while he asked, "what happened to you? no offence but it looks like you were in the middle of hurricane Katrina's(sp?) target path." 

I look down at myself still in my green pattern and manure covered pants, my hair was probably a rat's net because of my frantically trying to wash the manure out of it in the washroom sink with brown skinny chunks that refused to come out and instead it just spread around,

       Yeah......I trained off,"l guess you could say I've had a pretty tough year."

 "Well, you don't have to worry anymore because you're big bad brother is here. Actually now that I have you here. your six years are up and you just been here doesn't make any sense. your six years are over and you can come home now, well that's why I'm here actually to bring you home.

 I looked up at him I was happy to leave but Part of Me didn't want to leave Zach even after everything he had done to me and how many times he had made me Cry. I felt some sort of connection between us. I know call me crazy but that's what I honestly thought. 

I opened my mouth and then closed it. I have always been excited to leave, I only wanted to get out of this hell hole but why can't I seem to leave when it is time for me to leave.

Obviously I had some serious problems most girls would take at least 2 hours to pack up their life and even more than that and then most of them fuss over it if they have enough of this or much more of that and so one: it took me maybe around ten minutes to pack up my "last" variety of personal items.

Please note the sarcasm in my voice. I really only have three shirts,five pants and two Sweaters worth saluaging for my journey.

 like i started before,that for some reason I have this obsession with Zac I don't know why I just do. But you see, I have this picture frame on my bedside table I saved up for it for three months while working at a local restaurant,minimum wage.