behind these castle walls
Melanie kept her face safely buried in the pillow as she listened to her brother and sister talking around her. She was grateful for Chase’s change of topic, since that got her out of starting up some awkward conversation where she ended up pushing one of them to say something they didn’t want to. They’d both trusted her with their secrets, and she didn’t wanna screw that up. She did think they should tell each other, though. Hearing Brooklyn’s outburst, Melanie’s head shot up from the pillow, looking at her sister and raising her eyebrows as she rested on her elbows, kind of confused as to where that came from. “Hey, they’re probably just, I dunno, busy.” She said, then sighed softly. She tried to put a positive spin on everything, but this really did seem like abandonment on their parents’ part. “They’ll probably be home soon.” She mumbled, still trying to defend them, for some unknown reason. She frowned as she looked down at the pillow, then shook her head a little. “You guys are depressing me, can you both like cheer up or something?” She said, looking over at her brother, then her sister, then back again, switching between the two.
Chase nodded his head in agreement with Brook’s question. Where the hell were his parents anyways? You’d think they’d be happy he was home, but instead, he saw his dad for what, ten minutes before he disappeared. Yeah, that was quality father-son bonding time. Chase was getting the awkward feeling he had that night he first got home and he told Mel about his summer camp. His stomach was tightening, and he was getting more and more anxious as time passed. He was tired too, which only added to the anxiety building up in him. The fear of Melanie telling Brook was starting to overpower him, and he clutched his head in pain, only it wasn’t in any. Did Brook know? Did Melanie not keep her word? These thoughts just kept running through his mind, over and over again, driving him mad. He didn’t know why this came on all of a sudden though. Was it possible that for the past two days, he got only an hour of sleep a day, that he had barely eaten a healthy diet, or even a mixture of the two. He didn’t care, but he felt like his insides were eating him alive. He stood up, pacing around the room. “Well, Brook, Mel wants me to tell you something, I think, so here it is. I’m gay.” He didn’t even pause before he said it, but he was feeling a little light headed. His whole body felt numb, or light, either way it wasn’t a good sign. His eyes fluttered, and he could hear both his sisters ask him if he was okay, along with Brook staring at him in complete disbelief. He smirked, knowing he’d said something she wasn’t expecting, but then collapsed onto the floor, passed out cold.
Brooklyn kept glancing at her brother through the corner of her eye, wondering what was wrong with him. After a minute, she looked back at her sister, giving her a small glare. “Well you’re just too damn happy all the time.” She mumbled and shook her head, knowing that she probably wasn’t being the nicest person right now. It wasn’t like she could help it, she hadn’t spoken to Olivia in days, her head was killing her, she still had that stupid English paper to do and her parents were still MIA. At Chase’s sudden outburst, she turned her head towards him, just in time to hear him claim that he was gay. She felt her jaw drop a bit, so she wasn’t the only gay in the family? Before she could tell Chase she was also gay, he collapsed to the floor. She stared at him in shock for a few seconds before standing up on shaky legs. “Well, great.” She muttered to Melanie. “What are we supposed to do now?”
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Melanie looked over at her brother, scowling slightly. Why did he have to open his mouth? She’d mentioned to Chase about telling Brooklyn his secret, so if they were going to open up to each other, it would’ve made sense for Chase to go first. Brooklyn knew nothing about it, so she would either have to come right out and say ‘Brook, tell Chase you’re in to girls’ or just lie. She figured lying was probably the better option in this situation, although she knew she’d never been good at it. “Uh, yeah. He just wanted to tell you he, uh, loves you?” She said, her voice a little higher, just as it always did when she lied. She could feel her cheeks getting hot, so she shook her head and grabbed the nearest pillow, burying her face in it as she groaned. “Never mind.” She mumbled in to the pillow, hoping they could both hear.
Chase just stared at his sisters hesitantly. Right now, he trusted neither of them, and both for different reasons. He didn’t know if Mel was a secret teller, and Brook was just too private to know what was going on in her mind. He kept looking back between them, hoping to figure out what Melanie was trying to say. Did she want him to tell Brook? That would make more sense than her telling his sister, but why would she want him to do that? Did she know something else that she wasn’t telling him? It was strange to be doubting everyone’s motives, but hey, he wanted to remain safe. He looked over at Brook, who was hard to read. He took a deep breath, figuring he’d start out simple, build off Mel’s attempt to start a conversation. “Yeah, it has something to do with love. After all, we’re all siblings right?” He couldn’t bring himself to smile, but it didn’t matter. He never really smiled around Brook. It was sort of their thing to “hate” each other. “We need to do something about mom and dad. Maybe tie her tubes in the middle of the night, or give dad a vasectomy or something.”
Brooklyn gave her sister a weird expression. Was she high or something? Shaking her head, she glanced at the t.v, where a commercial for toilet paper was playing. Frowning at the screen, she turned her head towards her brother as she heard him start to talk. “That sounds like an excellent idea.” She said with a small grin, reaching over Melanie and to her nightstand, grabbing her water bottle. As she took a sip, she thought about her parents. Where the hell were they, anyways? She couldn’t remember the last time she saw them, maybe it was like, three or four days ago? She should report them for child neglect, but then they would all have to go into a foster home or something. ”Where the fuck are they?” She blurted out as she twisted the cap back on her water.
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I lost track of the Evans family meeting. Who’s supposed to be responding?
um, i think it’s Melanie’s turn. :D
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behind these castle walls: Evans Time l Mel,Chase,Brook
Melanie was just about to respond when she heard the sudden sound of the TV switching on across the hall. Clearly Brooklyn was home. “Not much.” She said, turning her attention back to Chase, studying his expression carefully. He didn’t look as cheerful as he…
Since Chase didn’t really give Melanie the chance to respond, she figured he was kind of irritated, although she never really paid attention to bad emotions, she would just overlook them and keep on smiling. Her smile faded though, at hearing ‘Mel says I need to talk to you about something…’ He wasn’t supposed to say that. Brooklyn would kill her for sure, she wasn’t supposed to tell Chase anything. And she hadn’t, but now it looked like she was pressuring her sister in to spilling her secret to him. “What would you say that for?” She whispered, kind of mad as she hit her brother on the arm. It wasn’t hard, but forceful enough to show that she was angry. Her anger faded pretty quickly, of course, and when the door opened, she had her usual bright smile fixed in place, looking up at her sister. “You’re happy.” She said sarcastically as she walked in to the room, walking over to the bed and laying down on one side of it on her stomach, looking up at her sister. It was obvious there was something wrong, she could probably guess what.
Chase, in the lovely mood he was in already, followed Mel inside the room to see Brook laying in bed watching TV, something he was too lazy to do himself. If only he’d been smart enough to lock his door. None of this would probably be happening right now, but oh well, can’t change the past right? He pulled up a chair, sitting down across from his sisters and staring at them with a very odd look, one halfway between exhaustion and desperation. He wanted to just get to the talking and then try to get some sleep, not that it would matter much anyways. He raised an eyebrow at Mel’s comment about being happy, which had a particularly sarcastic ring to it. Could she possibly be trying to out him to Brook? His eyes widened at the thought, but Melanie wouldn’t do that to him, or would she? “Oh, I’m just peachy right now Mel, especially since I haven’t slept in about two days.” He looked over at Brook, trying to read her expression. It was somewhat skeptical as it looked at Mel, and he thought she was already putting the pieces together in her head.
Brooklyn sighed into her pillow before turning around and facing up. She looked between her brother and sister and frowned. “You two are weird.” She said and pushed some of her hair out of her face. She looked up at her ceiling, which was painted white, of course. She remembered when she was seven and had put glow in the dark stars up there because she was afraid of the dark, it seemed like millions of years ago when it was only about ten. Glancing over at her sister, she raised an eyebrow. “So, Chase said something about wanting to tell me something?” She asked. She wondered slightly if it was about the thing she had told her, and then she wondered if she had told Chase about it.
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Melanie was just about to respond when she heard the sudden sound of the TV switching on across the hall. Clearly Brooklyn was home. “Not much.” She said, turning her attention back to Chase, studying his expression carefully. He didn’t look as cheerful as he sounded, a tone she figured he was probably putting on so that she would believe everything was okay. Her siblings were both dealing with things, and she felt bad that she couldn’t completely understand what they were going through. She knew they’d be able to understand each other, though, so she was going to push for them to both come clean. They were all family, after all. “You wanna go see Brooklyn? Well, you know, if she’ll let us in her room.” She said, laughing softly as she jumped up from the bed, walking over to the door. “I think you guys need to talk.” She said, then finished her sentence there, hoping Chase would realize what she meant they should talk about, slipping out of the room before he had the time to object and heading over to Brooklyn’s room, hoping he would follow.
Chase just stared at his sister in confusion. She never made sense, (well, she did sometimes, but not enough that he kept track) but tonight with his brain like mush, she was practically speaking Chinese to him. He watched as she left the room, almost coaxing him to follow her. She obviously knew something, and Brook was the other person in the house who knew what that was, but he couldn’t put two and two together to make four. Instead, his brain plastered a picture of a fish, which only made him groan in exhaustion. He hated the idea of moving, but he felt the need to follow Mel over to Brook’s room, if only to ask her why she made him get up. He moved slowly across his room, dragging his feet lazily out the door and over to Mel, who was standing outside Brook’s room. “What could Brook and I possibly have to talk about?” He was irritable, something he got when he really hadn’t slept in a long time. He waited for Mel to answer him, but she was taking too long, so he knocked on the door in front of him. “Brook! Can we come in? Mel says I need to talk with out about something and she won’t tell me what it is.”
Brooklyn had finally settled on Bravo, which had The Rachel Zoe Project marathon on. She twirled some of her hair around her index finger. She had always liked to wear her hair down when she wasn’t at school, since she usually had it up in a painfully tight ponytail for the Cheerios. She groaned lightly as she heard her brothers voice at the door. She had planned on ignoring them all day, but they had to come and ruin it for her. She grabbed the remote and put the t.v on mute before getting up from her bed and slowly walking over to her door, unlocking it. “Come in, if you must.” She said as she opened it, walking back to her bed as soon as the door was open. “Close it behind you.” She ordered as she laid back down on her bed, pulling the covers over her body and pressing her face on her pillows. “Now, what the hell do you want?” She asked, her voice slightly muffled by the pillows.
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