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The girl looked up at her mother in anticipation. Anticipating a blow, anticipating a glare, anticipating an insult. Her big blue eyes were empty, her cheeks were lined with little raw cuts and bruises, and her face was worn out. These numerous amounts of grim events were occurring more and more often, and she was hardening against emotions. She clasped her hands together and slowly closed her eyes. Her once shiny blond hair was caked in mud, and her skinny bruised legs were giving out on her.
“I’m sorry” she hissed sarcastically
“Nonsense!!” her mother snapped at her, “You haven’t given me what I’ve requested. You’re a little good for nothing bitch!”
“They wouldn’t give it to me.” she replied flatly, “They said that if you wanted them that badly, then you could get up off of your fat ass and get them yourself”
Diana smacked her daughter so hard it threw her across the room.
“You should be able to outsmart them by now Avie! Get the hell out of my sight. You’re fucking fourteen already, I can’t take your shit anymore!”
“DON’T CALL ME AVIE!” she yelled, her bright blue eyes shining, “CALL ME AVERY, CALL ME LAUREL. JUST DON’T CALL ME AVIE!”
Diana stomped out of the room and slammed the door, muttering incoherent phrases to herself as she staggered outside.
Avery picked herself up off the floor slowly.
“Don’t call me Avie..” she whispered, “Only he can called me that..”
And she went to find Cole, her baby brother. Walker, had left three years ago. He left a year after everything went wrong. After finding out that Diana was pregnant with Cole. He left and never came back. God only knew where he was now.
They never met their baby brother. As far as she knew, they didn’t know that he even existed. Cole was born on Zac’s 17th birthday, a beautiful sunny day that ironically contrasted the situation in their lives. Avery hadn’t seen Zac in four years. Cole was a splitting image of Taylor, and it haunted her. Bright blue eyes and cute little ears that stuck out. His features were delicate and refined. He wasn’t just a sweet looking kid. He was beautiful. The face of an angel’s; just like Taylor. His hair was blond, even white, and it hung messily down to his shoulders.
She found her two year old brother playing on the kitchen floor. He looked up at her and grinned. He was always so happy, always offering a hug or a smile. She lived for him.
But Cole didn’t know they existed.
He also had never lived in luxury and love like she had, and he had no clue what he was missing. He just didn’t know. As far as Cole knew… this was life, and this was as good as it got. If only he knew what it was like to be loved by your parents, loved by the world. She had loved it, the fame, the traveling. Everyone always thought that the little Hansons were miserable... but Avery wasn’t. As long as she was with her family she was happy. She loved talking to fans, she loved seeing new places, she loved buying new clothes, she loved listening to her brother’s amazing music. She loved the fame… but now she hated it. She hated it because of what it had done to them.
If only Cole knew how infinite one could feel.
She walked over to her baby brother.
“What have you been doing?” she said, offering him a weak smile.
He looked at her and grinned.
“Mine!!” he exclaimed, and picked up a power ranger lying on the corner of the room. She froze.
No one had ever bought Cole any toys. This could only mean one thing.
“Where did you get that Cole?” she said slowly, trying to keep her calm.
He didn’t answer.
“Cole..” she tried again, trying to block the waves of memory that were crashing into her head all at once.
“Tell me where you got that. Please.”
Images of Zac and Mackenzie, sprawled on the floor playing.
The room started spinning. She didn’t want to remember this.
“Oh God..” she whispered..
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