Little note before we get started. Molly is 16, Luke and Calum are 19, Michael is 20, and Ashton is 21.
Molly's POV
"Come on mum!" Luke yells his voice echoing in our quiet house, "She shouldn't stay here. Not now. She needs to get away from all this."
"She needs to be with her family right now, Luke," mum argues, her voice hushed.
"And I'm not family anymore?" He accuses. I can hear the pain in his voice. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to tune them out. I shouldn't be hearing them. They're on the other side of the house, behind a closed door.
"That's not what I meant," mum scolds, her tone more gentle now, "You're running around LA, trying to become famous. You don't want a sixteen year old in the way. I can barely handle her." Ouch. I ignore the painful sting in my throat.
"Molly needs to get away from all of the shit that's going on right now. Her twin just died, mum. I can handle her. Let me take her to LA," my older brother persists. I hear mum sigh and realize that she's giving in. I blink, shocked. I'm going to LA with Luke?
"Fine. But don't come crying to me when you get tired of her and want to send her back here." Footsteps approach mine and Drew's bedroom. I lean backwards, trying to make it seem like I wasn't eavesdropping, even if I can't really help it at all.
"Hey Molls," Luke greets, poking his head into the bedroom, "So I talked to mum, and she agreed that you should come stay with me for a bit in LA." Liar, I think. "Why don't you go ahead and pack a bag."
"How long?" I mumble, climbing off of Drew's bunk. She always had to have the top.
"Let's plan on until next school year starts, alright?" I nod and grab my suitcase. "Need any help?" I shake my head no. Luke sighs to himself, then leaves, pulling the door closed behind him. Once he's gone, I collapse on the floor, unable to help myself. I scoot backwards until my back is pressed against the door, blocking anyone from just barging in. Tears start to run down my cheeks as I think of my deceased twin sister. I stare at my arms as blue energy swirls around them. I can fix pretty much anything with this power. The only exception so far has been her.
"Are you really sure that's what's best for Molly, Liz?" Dad questions, pacing around their bedroom. "She's already going through so much change with Drew-"
"I don't think there is a right decision for Molly," mum replies, "She doesn't have any friends, she hardly ever talks, and she is always out who knows where. LA might not be best for her, but I don't know if Australia is either. I don't think the world has a best place for Molly. Or maybe even any place." I clamp my teeth down, trying to cut off my tears. I'm so sick and tired of crying. It never makes me feel better.
"At least we won't have to be worrying about her all the time now," dad concedes. Mom agrees. My eyes squeeze shut, and I cover my ears, trying to tune them out. I can't. I can't turn my powers off no matter how hard I try. I can't even tune them down. My parents keep talking about me, driving me to the brink of insanity. I scramble to my feet and rush across my bedroom. I throw open the window and rush out of it, not even pausing to make sure there's nothing below me. My feet hit the ground and I take off running, desperate to get away from everyone and everything.
