SHATTERED HEARTS

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Charlie's POV

I made my way across the hallway towards the

And as usual she wasn't there. I groaned as I stood there waiting for her. This seemed to be a habit of hers. Always making me wait as she entertains her friends. A few minutes go by and still no sign of her and I groan once again knowing she's doing this on purpose.

She wants us to be late. And I'm not about to entertain her. With that thought I make my way back to the classrooms and filter through towards the gym where I know she's. That's where her and her friends hang after school. And my sister was supposed to be waiting out front of the school so we could head home together. around.

And just as i''d guessed she's here. Sited by the side laughing at something that was probably not funny but she had to laugh because it was said by Mary who she was trying to impress.

I never really understood why she feels the need to force herself onto their friendship when I know it's clear they never not once have ever considered her one of their friends.

"Ren" I call and she scowls at me but I don't give a damn. It's time to head home, I have chores I need to attend to then do my homework unlike her I care about my school work. For her she couldn't be bothered, bad grades means she gets to disappoint mum and that all she ever aims to do. She fails on purpose. I know this cause I tried helping her once thinking maybe she needed it but no she's smart probably would be smarter than me if she put the effort.

"Lee, what's up?" She asks and I scowl again. This are times I feel like strangling her.

"You know what's up, I've been waiting for you for the last twenty or so minutes."

"Yeah and you should have gotten the hint. I'm not done with my errands." She grunts and goes back to her conversation with Mary and Brianna. The two don't even seem interested in what she's saying. All this just makes me feel sorry for her. She's wasting her efforts. And I don't know why she can't just understand that. Why she's even waiting with them when they won't even offer her a ride home.

They are infact waiting on their jock boy friends and when done they'll leave her behind. And I can't just let her walk alone by that time. And more so I need to keep her and mom from another fight. She's instigating it by this stunt and I shouldn't be surprised by now because all she ever does is seem to do the opposite so as to rile mom.

Really it's getting pathetic to watch.

"I need your help with something." I lie through my teeth knowing if I do this she'll come along. And that's how I know she's smart cause I'd used this line once but the help I needed then was my homework and she helped me solve the problems. Very quick infact.when I asked her about it she shut me down just as soon.

"Fine give me five." She huffs and I nod my head as I walk outside. I don't want to watch the relieved faces of her 'friends' when she say goodbye. I've seen it and it doesn't get better it just makes me hurt for her.

I know she's not the nicest person around but I know she also deserves a shot at true friendship.

"You couldn't come up with a better lie." She huffs behind me and I laugh knowing she caught onto my pathetic attempts.

"Yeah no. I'm lazy like that. "

"Ha, very funny, if that's an attempt get me to help with your chores not happening."

"Naah, I'm good, I'm the knight remember so I have to make sure the princess doesn't attend to the dirty work." I say and we both cackle. That has been a running joke that was started by carley when she was young and wanted to get off helping me.

In the next fifteen or so minutes we make small conversations as we make our way down the street towards home, we normally walk to and from school but sometimes mom drops us.

"What do you want for dinner." I as Carley as we make our way inside the small three bedroom apartment.

"I'm not hungry and that sure isn't your job." She says making my groan in frustration

"Not this s**t again. I can't get into it with you again over this. I understand if you don't want to help but that's where it ends." I don't get how we are one minute okay and being the best brother and sister to exist and then the next we're just at war. But she's at fault. When she says s**t like this.

She doesn't think it's my place to be cooking but I don't mind. Mum doesn't appreciate it when I take on her 'duties' as well but she learnt long ago that she couldn't stop me.

I remember I was probably around seven when I got to the kitchen trying to cook my first time.

Mom was late and Carley was crying saying she was hungry, I gave her some milk that was in the fridge and some buns but she refused the cold milk so I decided to warm it for her. I remember getting the small stool and then I was able to work my way around the stove, I'd spent a few days with mom here to know what she did and so I did. But just then mum walked in and the horror she'd had written all over her face got me paralyzed and couldn't move.

I almost burnt my fingers were it not for her rushing around and switching the dang thing off and she got me of the stool sitting me on the counter before she breathed in and gave me a tight hug.

"Never do that again, ever Charlie." She has scolded while holding me so tight and I just wrapped my arms around her.

"Carley was hungry and I wanted to warm the milk for her." I'd said lowering my voice as seeing I'd done something I shouldn't have.

"Oooh baby boy. I'm sorry." She has hugged me some more before she grabbed me and led me to the stove she showed me how to do it right and how to turn off but made me promise never to try and use it without her supervision. From them on she'd be cooking and I'd help until I was thirteen and that's when she'd allowed me to prepare a meal but with her around.

By fourteen she trusted me around the kitchen but still insisted I don't take on her 'duties'. Which I only obeyed once in a while.

I've seen how tired she normally is from her job which is why I try to help even when she says she got it.

Back to carley she's never shown any interest in any of that and like I'd told her it was okay if she didn't help but her bashing mom over it it's where I drew the line. It's not like I was being forced or anything,I volunteered.

I get we're wired differently yet we're twins.but her hating on mom that's just what I've never gotten. How could you just wake up one day and decide to hate your mother when she does everything to make you feel loved and cared for. It's not like mom was evil or anything.

I guess those are just things I'll never get to understand then.

A sigh leaves my lips as I drop my bag onto my bed and make my way downstairs. Setting to prepare dinner.

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