I was staring at Stone for his answer but he just sat staring right back at me. He held his hand out and put it against my cheek which out of reflex I move away. He sighed and put his hand down.

"Because you look like mum", He said with straight face. He was trying to hide the pain of loosing his mother by acting like he didn't have any. I looked at him with a sad smile.

"What was she like?", I asked. I never knew what she was like, I asked once and so many things were thrown around the room that I never asked again. He looked at me confused for a moment before coughing awkwardly.

"You were never told?", He asked. I just shook my head, I knew that if I gave him sass he wouldn't tell me what I wanted to know. He looked down at the ground and put his hands together.

"She was amazing, the best mum ever. She would let me brush her hair if I wanted, it was just like yours, it was the most amazing colour we had ever seen. She always sang us to sleep, and made us lunches, she always saved us from dad if he was tickling us or telling us off. She was always smiling, always happy when she was around us. She was the best mum we could of asked for. Then she got pregnant with you, and it was like she had just heard she won the lottery. She was so excited for you to come. Fake hope huh", He said at the end. I slumped when hearing that.

It was like they truly believe that it was my fault.

"It's not my fault", I mumbled whilst looking the other way.

"What?", He said, snapping towards me. I thought he might of gotten whiplash or something.

"I said it's not my fault that she died", I said, alot clearer and strong this time to make sure he heard it. He looked bewildered for second before standing up, towering over me.

"Of course it's your fault", He ranted. It was like the moment was never there in the first place, and all he could see right now was his worst enemy.

"If you were never born, she would still be here today!", He shouted at me, his eyes glossy. I felt so much anger, but also so much pity for him that he thinks that just because he thought I stole his mother away. I stood up from the sofa, my hair going crazy.

"AND HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT!?", I yelled at him throwing my hands in the air. He looked at me with pure anger, which would normally terrify me, but right now I wasn't too bothered about getting a smack.

"I was a CHILD. SHE was the one who had sex with OUR father to create me, so what, you wish I was dead instead?", I asked, knowing the answer as soon as I saw the look on his face. I could feel the tears forming but I pushed them back. They didn't have the right to be ranted at, they didn't deserve to know what had been going on through the years for me.

"Well then, the silence says everything huh BROTHER", I said glaring at him. He went to go say something but I shoved him away from me and walked back into the main area, where the others were intently listening.

"Do you guys all think the same?", I asked bluntly, with my arms over my chest folded, looking around the small room on the plane. Silence once again but from the look on their faces I could tell they were agreeing.

"I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me just like my older brother just did, that he prefered me dead than our mother. Key word there OUR!", I said, completely enraged. I could feel the world closing in on me but this time I ignored it. My ribs were killing me still and my head hurt more than ever. I looked over to Lucian.

"I wish it was you, you happy now?", He practically screamed at me.

"If you were dead mum would still be here", Ravy and Rome said at the same time. I had let a tear go at this point in which they all looked at with guilt, fake guilt is not what I needed. I looked towards Millian.

"And you. Do you agree?", I asked, my voice cracking half way through giving away how much it truly hurt that they would prefer me dead over alive. He didn't say anything, just gave me a short nod. I just shook my head at them in disgust.

I went into the bedroom and slammed the door behind me. I heard yelling afterwards but I didn't care anymore. It was all becoming too much. This time the world closed in more and more and my chest tightened to a point where breathing wasn't possible. I was sucking in air like the world depended on it, until my body gave out and I passed out on the floor.

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"THE PLANE IS NOW LANDING PLEASE PUT SEATBELTS ON", A woman over the speaker called out, waking me up. I groaned in pain as I was still on the bedroom floor. They didn't even bother to check on me, wait, why am I so surprised?

They just said I should of died instead of her. God I hate her so much, she ruined my life before I even got a chance.

Wait, thats not true. It's not her fault, it was the men in my life that really cut me down. I never met my grandparents, or cousins, neither aunts or uncles, just my brothers and father. I realise that they probably wouldn't want me either because I "remind" them. She must of been an amazing woman for them to love her so relentlessly.

I sighed as I got up off the ground slowly, and walked into the main room. Everyone was much quieter from before, they were still talking, more like whispering at this point. They all stopped when I walked in, William had heard everything from before but didn't say a word to me. I ignored them all and they all ignored me.

I sat down, put my seatbelt on and layed back with a banging headache.

"Hey, are you okay doll? You look really sick.", William asked putting a hand over my forehead making me flinch as a reaction, making me open my eyes to his worried face. I just nodded at him and looked ahead. Stone was staring at me in which I gave him an empty look back.

I hated them all. Truly hated them.

The truth is I did feel quite sick, I felt really cold then really hot, and then I was tired, like really tired, like it hurt to even keep my eyes open.

"You don't look so good pet, do you want some paracetamol?", He asked. I just nodded at him with a smile, but as soon as he went so did the smile.

"Are you okay?", Millian asked when he left. I just deadpanned him and looked out the window. William came back rather quickly as the plane was landing. He gave me the pills in which I had dry.

"Thanks Willie", I said to him. He frowned at the nickname but I could tell he was being playful.

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After a while the plane finally landed and we were in california. I got off the plane without a word to the others and followed William.

"They don't mean it you know. They love you more than anything in the world, but you also remind them of the pain and it controls them more than the love. It will go over time", He said with a sad smile, one of pure pity towards me. I just scoffed at him.

"It's been 16 years. Maybe they might get over it, but I never will", I said grumpily as I was still tired and whole "I wish it was you instead of her" thing really bummed me out. He knew I didn't mean my mother death as I was over it a few years ago, but the way I've lived just because of their pain.

Why should I have to suffer because they are hurt?

I got into Williams car that had magically just turned up at the runway, my guess is that they just got a new one, and slammed it shut without a word to my brothers. Wow I should probably stop slamming Willies door.

I could tell from the look on his face that he agreed with my statement, but still I kept quiet.

I decided that I didn't want to speak unless I absolutely had to. I wanted to keep myself to myself, and I knew that if they didn't want me around, then I would act like I wasn't around.

And when I turn 18, I am long gone.



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Shorter chapter this time as it was more of a filler one to see how the brothers really feel.

I hope you enjoyed and should update at least once more today if I can :0

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