Loss

LoneReaper

I sat there, awestruck. I've broken my leg before, and Krystal didn't seem to care when I did, yet now, she's crying because of it. I sat down on the bed, unable to keep myself up without falling over, or feeling any more pain. "Krystal, you can stop crying. I'm fine." I set the crutches against the wall and had my sister sit on my lap.

My sister pressed her head into my chest and shook her head. I looked up and the three guys that resided in the same room gawked at me. "What? You've never seen a girl cry before or something?" Of course, I haven't really seen my sister cry this much either, even when we found out that our parents died. I was clueless as to what to do.

"I'll be back," one of Ryan's friends, said, rushing out of the room.

My eyes wandered around the room, before my attention was brought back to my sister. "Ashley…" she said.

"Yeah?" I replied, looking down at her.

"Promise me that you'll never leave me alone," she replied. I glanced up and found Ryan and his other friend, mimicking my sister. I lightly shook my head and muttered, "Pathetic." I sighed, thinking of what to answer.

"Look, I want you to know that whether I am here with you or not, I'll always be in your heart, just like mom and dad. They are in both our hearts, and they'll always be there, no matter what, okay? I'll be there for you as much as possible, and that's a promise I can make. Do you understand?"

My sister sobbed softly, looking at me, with her tears rolling down her cheeks. "No." She rubbed the tears out of her eyes and off her cheeks. "But, it sounded good." For the first time that day, I saw her smile. I laughed at her remark.

"Okay, now that that sisterly bonding is over with, you want a tour of the house?" Ryan asked, turning the game and TV off. "Have a little time to get to know each other a little better."

"Uh, sure, I guess," I replied, raising an eyebrow. I helped my sister off the bed, before I grabbed my crutches. I made my way to the door before the guy who had left the room came back with a plate of pancakes, and scramble eggs and hash browns on the side.

"Dude. One, we already ate and two, it's two in the afternoon," Ryan noted, looking at his friend.

"The girl's gotta eat, Ryan," the guy said, his profound jade green-colored eyes softening when he looked at me. "You weren't gonna let her starve, now were you?"

"Of course not! I was going to take her on a trip around the house and then feed her," Ryan retorted. "Geez, Ty. Chill."

"No, I won't. How do you know when the last time she ate was, hmm? She could be very hungry."

They fought about the weirdest things, or so I could see. The two could've just asked me to settle whatever they were arguing about. I felt sorry for the guy behind Ryan. He's probably had to watch the two of them fight all the time. I bent down, towards Krystal. "What are the guys' names?" I whispered to my little sister.

"That one's Tyson, that one's Ryan, and that one's Dylan," my sister replied pointing to each one. I already knew who Ryan was. He was somewhat rude. I bet his mom didn't even tell him to put my clothes into the drawers. Dylan was the quiet one with black hair, wearing thick black-framed glasses. I can't really judge him yet, since he hasn't really said anything constructive. And as for Tyson, I don't know. He's polite, so far, and outspoken. One thing's for sure. I've never seen a guy like him before.

"Okay, thanks. Come on, you show me around, since they're fighting over—whatever."

Krystal walked out the door, and I followed. I was a quarter of the way down the hall before Tyson stopped me again. He stood directly in front of me. He was quite tall and his short, spiked, ash blond hair made him seem all the taller. "You need help?"

"No, that's fine…" I replied, hobbling to the end of the hallway, until I saw a stairwell. "Okay, not cool."

"Um, do you need help now?"

"Before I say 'yes,' I have a question. How did I ever make it up here in that bedroom, last night?"

"Ty brought you up," Dylan said from behind Tyson.

A chill was sent down my spine, as I peeped up at him. I don't know why I felt so uncomfortable being around him, but hearing that he was the one carrying me up and not our uncle didn't make me feel any better.

I sighed and said, "Help…"

"Alright," Tyson replied, handing my sister the plate that he'd been carrying. He gladly took my crutches and handed them to Ryan. "You ready?"

I'm ready to jump down, so you don't have to help me, I thought to myself. "Yeah."

He cradled me in his arms and slowly walked down the stairs. My sister and the other two guys followed. I soon forgot I was in anyone's arms when I saw just how roomy the house was.

From the outside, it was huge, but on the inside, it looked bigger than it did on the outside! A pool table was located in the area near the foyer. Around the same area, against the wall, was a plasma TV, complete with a DVD/VCR attachment. The speakers to the system were all over the room; no one would be able to turn around without seeing one. The walls were covered in framed pictures, mostly black and white, seemingly with a rough texture. A complete set of matching furniture made the area look homey.

The next room was obviously the kitchen, with a marbled counter-top. The counter sort of led into the next rooms where the den and the dining room were. I saw big, fluffy sofas and a coffee table in the small den. Eight seats tucked neatly under the large table made up the dining room.

From where my sister and I came from, to where we are now, the difference between the two was like night and day. I would have never imagined us coming from a goodwill-based life to a wealthy estate such as this.

"Thanks," I mumbled, wryly smiling, as my feet touched the ground.

"No problem," he answered.

"So, when do I get to meet, I guess, my aunt and uncle?"

"You'll seem them tonight. They usually don't get home till about seven o'clock," Ryan replied. Oh great, I thought.

My sister walked into the dining room and placed my plate on the table. Ryan handed me the crutches and I hobbled over to the table. After a little difficulty sitting, I gulped down the meal, which had tasted better than it should have. I must've been so hungry. My sister sat down next to me, watching me eat. Spotting the staring eyes, I slowed my eating pace. "Um, may I have something to drink?"

"Sure," Ryan said, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a jug of orange juice.

The rest of them took a seat at the table. Ryan soon joined us, putting a glass of orange juice next to me. After a few moments, the silence between them and me drove me up the wall. I placed my fork on the side of my plate. "So…um…how old are you guys?" I scolded myself for asking such a question, although it might've been for the better.

"I'm 16. Dylan here is also 16. And, Tyson is 17. Why do you ask?" Ryan asked.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know. It was too quiet," I replied, before taking a sip of juice. "Good to know that I am familiar with people older than me now, though."

"Just curious. How old are you, Ashley?" Dylan asked, fixing his glasses.

"Fourteen and a half. I feel young…"

"Probably not as young as her," Dylan answered, gesturing to me sister.

"Hey Ryan! Now that they're here, you have two little cousins/sisters. You're no longer an only child!" Tyson said, putting Ryan in a semi-headlock and giving him a noogie.

This display of action whittled me down to one question. How was I going to survive in a house with guys, where the parents were out for most of the day?