I turned around twice in the hallway, both times coming damn close to going back in, and both times I threw my hands in the air and walked away again. I wasn't good at this sort of thing. I had no idea what to say to her, which was obvious by her reaction to my trying to help. Yep, big help I was. But damnit, she was my sister. I couldn't just leave her here to raise Caitlin on her own. I mean, I'm sure she's capable of doing it and what the hell did I know about raising kids, but I couldn't just walk away could I?
I stopped at the end of the hall and looked back at her open doorway. I felt tense and this was never good for me. This was ridiculous! Why should I care what she's going through anyway? I never cared that I didn't have a sister before, what makes this any different? It's different because I do have a sister. Two of them to be exact. I can't just walk away from family now that I know I have it.
My tension was slowly turning to loneliness, a feeling i knew all to well. Don't get me wrong, I usually didn't mind the company of my own solitude, but today things were just....off.
My eye's slowly drifted to the floor as I turned to leave. She hadn't made the attempt to come after me, so why should I bother going back to her. She had my number, she if wanted to use it, ok. If not, that's her issue now, not mine.
I took a step forward and heard the floor creak some where behind me and down the hall. I froze and held my breathe oddly hoping to hear my own voice calling out to me.
((Open to Ang..))