Chapter Eleven: Ella.

I could hear loud muffling from one of Stew's many vehicles in the driveway as I handed the florist his water. I could barely make out Kenzy and him in the car, because of the tinted windows. But I could tell they were arguing very loudly. I searched around for someone else in my family, but everyone was gone to work, and Liam was asleep in the basement. So it was just me to witness this. The noise started to increase then his blinker turned on and the commotion got even louder and then in one slapping noise it got quiet. I started to make my way over to the car, scared for my sister's safety. I now was trotting I was still fifty yards away from where the car was, and If I could hear it by the garden the florist must've heard it as well. As I got closer I saw that the window was rolled all the way down and Kenzy was getting out.
"Kenzy, are you okay? What was that about?" She glared at me, now holding her face and running inside.
"KENZY! STOP IT! COME HERE, RIGHT NOW!" I yelled after her but she didn't she bolted inside and ran upstairs. As soon as I turned towards his blue Land Rover he drove off faster than I had ever seen.
HE HIT HER. I knew he did. Filled with rage I ran inside, I didn't care if she was mad at me anymore, Ana's death was not my fault. I didn't care if she hit me, my sister needed me and in this moment I was going to try and protect her.
I ran upstairs to her room and bolted inside.
"GO AWAY ELLA! GET OUT NOW!" She yelled at me throwing one of her pillows off her bed and at my body.
"Stop it!" I yelled, "Just stop it God damn it!" She got quiet and now her face was swelling up big time.
"What, you better not tell or you would be losing another sister and it would be your fault once again!" She yelled at me, I didn't know why I did it, but I was just so enraged that I walked out of her room and slammed the door. Tears were streaming down my eyes now and in a very sick way I was glad she got hit in the face, she deserved it. Why would I wanna help someone who didn't love me. Who made me getting better that much more harder? I locked myself in Ana's old room and just layed there on her bed crying, uncontrollably, because I didn't know what to do... I didn't know what to say.... I was stuck.
When I awoke several hours later. No one was home, and it was dark outside. And even though no one was there to talk to me I could hear old jack daniels calling me from Jimmy Lee's closet beneath the shoe boxes and empty paint ball guns, underneath his old blankets, and inside his open safe. I remember dancing around the room, and then just laying down. I also remember my sister, in the room with me as I layed there but then I remember it was just my reflection in her mirror. So I drank some more.