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~Uncalled for
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"John!" Amalia called out while drying her hair with her fluffy, blue towel — her gaze was completely glued onto her reflection that was shown on the vanity mirror making her grimace because her under eye bags were a dull, purple color and completely visible to the human eye.

John was completely taken back at the sound of Amalia's voice; calling for him, he had to stop by her door and count to ten with a shocked smile on his face.

"Yes." He answered sweetly, Amalia rolled her eyes at his behavior before dropping the slightly damp, towel on top of the chair in front of her vanity before turning around to face John who stood by her door with furrowed brows.

"Would you like to join me for breakfast at Darlings?" She asked him warily, her eyes held zero to little emotion as she spoke but John couldn't contain himself.

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened because Amalia never, ever invites anyone to Darlings with her; seeing as it was the place she always went to with her deceased father.

"Yes, of course!" John all but yelled out happily, unable to hold back his excitement making Amalia sigh while shaking her head.

"Don't make me regret this decision." She stated coldly making John sober up and quickly nod his head, allowing his messy blonde locks to bob up and down.

"Yes-yeah! Yes!" He said confusingly before tapping the door with his hands and motioning that he was leaving and waiting for her — Amalia raised her brows but nodded nonetheless.

She sighed once John left but couldn't help but feel happy with her choice — seeing as she held back from her very own brother for two years, allowing them to drift apart; no matter how badly John tried to pull them together.

She dusted off her plaid, flannel that covered her upper-body and the light, denim shorts that covered her lower-body down to her mid-thigh, with a strained smile on her face.

She turned her head to look out of the slightly open window, her gaze on the bright, yellow sun that sent rays of light onto her face — giving her a sun kissed glow.

With one last intake of a reassuring deep breath, she walked out of her room with her head held high and her phone placed in her back pocket which she had taken from the desk connected to her vanity.

"Amalia, John! Where do you two think you're going?" The awful sound of Amalia's mothers high-pitched voice echoed across the halls as she spoke and Amalia couldn't help but slow her step as she walked down the stairs.

"Where we go is none of your concern, mother." Amalia bit out in disgust once she reached the last step, her gaze locked with her mothers glare.

"Excuse me? I am your mother, Amalia. You do not speak to me like that." Her mother all but huffed out at the end of that sentence before placing her hands on her hips, Amalia scoffed and rolled her eyes while crossing her hands over her chest.

"My mother? Last time I checked, mothers do not come home drunk every night and they for sure, do not raise their hands on an innocent child!" Amalia stated angrily, her brow raised as she glared at her mother, John stood awkwardly to the side — he couldn't help but gulp at the sight of them fighting, his eyes watered a bit because he pitied his broken household; a household filled with people he wasn't able to keep a family because he had failed, he failed the job of being the man of the house.

"Now you listen to me young lady! Don't you dare talk back to me! I've said it once and I'll say it again, I am your mother!" Amalia's mother yelled out once again, her finger flying up into a scolding motion making Amalia's eyes narrow angrily.

"Well then, mother, I beg to differ." Amalia spat out before walking away from her mother and towards a disappointed John, taking his hand in hers and pulling him towards the front door in built up frustration.

"Don't you dare walk away from me! Amalia-" before her mother could continue, the sound of the door slamming shut blocked out her mothers voice and silence fell upon her ears making her breathe out in relief.

"You know, you should really take it easy on her." John mumbled softly, not wanting to hurt his younger sisters feelings — Amalia scoffed and snapped a glare his way.

"Take it easy on her? She should take it easy on me! I was the one she slapped, I was the one she hurt, emotionally and physically! She is the one ruining this family! So don't you dare tell me, to 'take it easy on her'!" Amalia protested rudely, her brows furrowed until they almost touched and her forehead creased, John gulped and shook his head slowly.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything." John whispered sadly, his words held double meaning and Amalia knew so, but she couldn't figure it out.

"Why?" She asked him curiously, her eyes squinted as she gazed at him under the light of the bright, sun — she finally noticed how pale he was, and how his under eye-bags were worse then hers.

"N-no reason. Let's just go." He mumbled while swatting the air jokingly, trying to lighten the mood and change the topic, Amalia raised her brows wanting to protest but the sight of him frowning made her nod before turning to walk to Darlings — John followed slowly beside her.

As they walked, they couldn't help but notice all the stares they were getting from the towns people; some people were even grinning creepily making Amalia roll her eyes.

"Get a life and stop staring at us!" Amalia yelled out at them, not being able to handle all the eyes she felt burn holes on her skin and for once John was thankful for Amalia's bad temper.

"Oh come on doll, you don't gotta be that mean to us." The familiar sound of Zachary's voice made Amalia freeze subconsciously — leaving John confused as he turned to face the male he heard speak.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Zachary." Amalia teased dryly while turning her whole body around to face the shaggy haired boy she had recently become all too familiar with.

He was wearing a light, blue hoodie with dark jeans and white converse on his feet, his hands were in his front pockets and his narrowed gaze was plastered on John, who stood protectively by Amalia's side.

"And you are?" Zachary asked John curiously, his hand going through his messy blonde hair swiftly before going back into the pocket, Amalia sighed inwardly.

"I'm John, Amalia's older brother, who are you?" John asked hoarsely, his glare glued on Zachary making Amalia roll her eyes, Zachary grinned widely making Amalia's cheeks warm up.

"Well if you haven't already heard, I'm Zachary Willson, I just moved here into this nosy town. Oh — and I almost forgot, I also captured the heart of the stone cold girl beside you." Zachary teased with a smirk, making Amalia's eyes widen; she scoffed in disbelief but John just stood there tensely and was completely confused.

"What?" He asked curiously, his hands crossing against his broad chest as he glared at Zachary who was too cheery today — Amalia shook her head.

"No! No he did not! He's lying!" Amalia protested while glaring at Zachary who snickered at the sight of Amalia's crimson cheeks, John held back a grin.

"I mean it's okay if he did — I just would've liked to have known beforehand." John teased with a fake serious look, Amalia rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"First of all — ew and second of all, Zachary shut up!" Amalia said rudely, placing her hand over her left hip while glaring at the two guys in front her — they both chuckled.

"Aw, don't be too mean towards me, doll. I have feelings too." Zachary whined while holding a hand over his chest faking hurt, Amalia shook her head.

"Be quiet, now John — seeing as you met this weirdo, can we go now?" Amalia asked while rolling her eyes and pointing at the grinning Zachary, John let out a small chuckle while nodding his head.

"Nice meeting you, Zachary Willson." John said nicely while nodding his head swiftly Zac's way, Zachary nodded back.

"You too, John, and it was very nice seeing you again doll." Zachary said and later teased Amalia with his infamous wink, making Amalia avert her gaze from his because she felt her cheeks heat up once more.

"Buh-bye." Amalia mumbled before quickly turning around and biting her bottom lip while shaking her head, John grabbed his sisters hand and dragged her towards Darlings — wanting to know everything about his sister and the shaggy, haired boy that he's never even met before.