Define "Family"

Chapter Two

Dad didn't fall asleep very well that night, and we he finally did, he hadn't turned off the TV or lights from downstairs, so I had to do it all.

I woke up the next morning from the noise of grease popping. I knew it was mom because she was the only person who could really cook. I got out of bed, looking around my room and the big mess on the floor. I didn't hear mom come in the house last night...maybe she had came in this morning.

I walked out into the hallway, looking at Skye's door on the way to the stairs. His door was closed and it seemed silent inside his room. He ran straight up to his room and locked his door when mom ran out of the house. I wonder if he was really depressed?

I walked downstairs and followed the smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen. I peeked around the corner to find mom fully dressed fixing bacon for breakfast. I rubbed my eyes and accidentally sneezed. When she heard me she turned around, fully surprised.

"Good morning." I said.

She didn't say anything and continued to cook. She then lifted up the pan and put the bacon in a plate and set it on the kitchen table. She sat down in a chair and leaned back, not taking a piece of the bacon.

"Is...everyone still asleep?" I asked, guessing she had been up for a while.

"Yes, Lyn, everyone's asleep." She then took a bacon strip and stuffed it in her mouth, not nibbling like usual.

"Dad and Skye went straight to their rooms once you left. I think Skye was mad." I sat down in the chair next to her and got a piece of bacon, too.

"Why wouldn't he be?" She asked.

"Because there's nothing to be mad about...things happen and we get over them. You told me that before; I believed you." I looked hopefully at her. I wanted her to say things would be ok, but I was stupid enough to believe it.

"Love is when you are happy, Lyn. And if you aren't happy...then you aren't in love." She got up, trying to cover her tears and walked into the living room.

This made me think for a while, and her words shocked me. I jumped up and ran back upstairs to my sister's room. I banged on her door, but no one answered, so I went over to Skye's room instead. Someone had to answer...I needed someone.

I was surprised when I heard movement inside his room and a sudden bang of loud music came from his room. I sighed and banged, both fists, on his door, screaming for him to answer me.

"Skye! Skye, answer me now! I need you!" I said, banging on and on.

Finally his door opened and he looked eye to eye at me.

"What do you want?" He asked, clearly angry.

"I need to talk to you. It's important." I said, hoping he'd let me in.

He held his door open wide and I walked inside. He had on his black light with the red lines on it. He was wearing black, baggy jeans, a white t-shirt and a black cap that said "Lifeless". Everyone tells me that they think he's cute...but I always disagree with them. How can I say so anyways? He's two years older then me and he's my brother.

I sat down on his bed while he lay down on the floor, looking up at his ceiling. I wondered how he could see with this little light, but I didn't have much time to ask.

"So what is it? What do you want?" He put his hands over his stomach and closed his eyes.

"I wanted to know...if you knew before. Before it happened." I wondered if what I asked made sense, but I didn't think it over to myself.

"Knew what before?" He asked smugly.

I didn't want to have to answer. I wished I didn't even know the answer. "Knew that mom wasn't happy. I think she is happy...it's just that she had gotten mad yesterday."

Skye chuckled and looked up at me. "It's been obvious for a while, Lyn, you just don't want to have to realize it."

I grimly answered him. "Of course I don't want to have to realize it! I want mom to be happy. I want her to be happy with dad, not by herself." I didn't feel any better from talking to him.

Skye sat up and shook his head. "I didn't want to have to believe it either. I don't want dad to leave..."

I didn't give him much time to say anything else. "Dad is not leaving! You're just too stupid to realize it!" I got up and walked over to the door.

"I only accept the truth now because I do not want to be hurt even more later. None of his want dad to leave, especially me, but how will you feel when you find out the truth, Lyn? How will it feel to have pushed the truth behind for so long and know that answer has always been right there?" He seemed angry again and he got up to turn off his music. He kicked his chair then yelled at me to get out.

I didn't have to argue with him because I was already leaving. I ran downstairs and into the living room where mom was watching TV. Her face we blank and she seemed depressed.

"Dad is not leaving, Skye is wrong!" I yelled right in front of her.

She turned over to me, her eyes wide. "Lyn..."

I ran over to her and sat by her on the couch, crying my eyes out to death. She held me and shook me to make me feel better.

"What's happening, mom, how long has this been going on?"

She looked sadly down into my eyes, but she did not answer. Instead she put my head back onto her shoulder and rubbed my back.

"It's ok, Lyn, things will be alright." She held me and sang me a song, tears running down my face.

She said that it was all going to be all right, and no matter how much I tried to believe her, I knew that it wasn't.