I have Sisters (ii)

[FLASHBACK]

I look at my brother once again and I know there is a problem, as we were growing up, I have learned to know Brandon's thoughts by looking at him. My mom and dad are staring at me also in a way that all this is starting to look bad.

Have I done something bad?

I turn back and look at the girls on the tv, mesmerized by how beautiful they look wearing the same dresses and same hairstyles. They are also raising their hands the same way I always do and anyone watching them wouldn't stop.

"Are they Deaf too?" I asked myself.

I am not even getting what they are saying but I am stuck staring at them.

"Stop crying." I look at my mother and touch my face, what am I crying for? I didn't even know that I was crying.

"We are sorry we should have told you," My father said to me.

"What?" My mother and I asked at the same time.

I looked at Brandon and wondered why he isn't saying anything, I and Brandon always like to say and do the same things.

"You have something to tell me, dad?" I asked my father.

"They are your sister." My father says to me and looks at the tv.

"What?" I ask surprised.

"Yes, sweetie they are your sisters." My mother said looking at my brother Brandon.

I stood up abruptly and run to my room. I locked myself in and wondered how no one had ever told me anything about me having any sisters.

I saw the flicking of the bulb on-off. They wanted me to open the door but I don't dare to do that, one thing I was sure of is if they wanted to come in they can use a spare key but they have to respect me, and I want to be alone at the moment.

I wish they had told me; they would have even given me clues like If you have a sister right now what would you do? If we told you Brandon isn't your blood brother, what would you say? Do you ever think we didn't give birth to you?

Now those are the questions going on in my mind, I want to run outside and ask them more about the five sisters but I can't.

I slept in and later on in the night when I woke up, I found Brandon on my bed. How he got in I don't care because I am grateful he is here with me, always.

He spoke to me lowly and reassured me that no matter what he will always be here for me. We will always have one another.

In the weeks that followed, I was a walking machine. I wasn't ready yet to hear what my parents has to say about how I am with this family and not with my sisters.

I locked myself in my room only getting out when I wanted to eat. And that time I went direct to the kitchen and serve food for myself. Then back to my room where I would eat while browsing my gorgeous sisters on the internet.

I became obsessed with them, I searched them online and got their pictures all over my room. Even for the girls of their age, I saw it as too much. Their pictures were everywhere whenever they went shopping, whenever they had parties, whenever they were with their friends. And so many other events.

One day my obsession turned worse till I snuck out and went to the park I had heard they would be there the next day with their friends doing a photo shoot.

For a girl of my age, I am doing a great job obsessing over people who didn't know I even existed.

I even forgot the existence of my dear brother.

Reaching the park, I sat and watch their friends gushing all over them. I had a hood on and some big black spectacles. I was feeling hot but didn't want to remove them to make someone recognize me then scream as they would think am one of my popular sisters.

I cursed the sun for being hot even mother nature wasn't on my side.

I stayed there for like thirty minutes and I could feel the eyes of my driver boring holes at my back I had told him to stand far. I didn't want the attention. It was the tap on my shoulder that brought me back from my peaceful work of watching my sisters. Turning I found it was my driver, asking him what it was and he told me I was needed home.

I assumed and went back to watching them. The tap again, I felt frustrated, "what" I asked him.

"You are needed home by Brandon. It's serious. "

Brandon and serious in the same sentence. That made me snap out of my "sisters" mode and run to the car.

The ride home was silent. Of course, it was to be silent what else do I expect?

Reaching home, I felt a certain mood in the air. And I am not even sure about what is going on since have been off obsessing over my sisters, I looked at Mrs. Kaden who shook her head and I ran to Brandon's bed.

There he was my dear little brother; oh! I mean big brother. Well, the reason I said little is that he looked a little younger.

What is wrong? I didn't know

Have I been off for a year? Months?

I wasn't even sure but for the time I have been busy obsessing over the sisters I forgot about Brandon and that was a mistake I didn't realize I had done till now am looking at him in the bed looking as if he is on the verge of dying.

I only sat on the bed holding his hands in mine and touching his hair-loving its texture. I don't know what to do since he isn't awake, and mom and dad weren't in the room.

Speaking of the devils they entered their faces looking so somber as if someone has just died, "you are here. " My mom signed.

"Yes, am here what is wrong with Brand?" I signed back.

"He is sick. He has been for a week. He isn't even eating. " My dad signed.

Mom was leaning on him. She looked as if her world was over it was crumpling on her. And whose world wouldn't crumble? Her son was sick and her daughter hasn't been talking to them.

"A week? Are you being serious, dad? A week and no one dared tell me that my brother has been sick?" I signed back furiously. How dare them.

"Well, you were busy with I don't know what you haven't been talking to us. You.... "

I cut my dad off, "I don't care. Someone should have... " I screamed at them so as they could get my point. But was cut off by someone shaking me looking I saw it was Brandon he was awake.

"Hey, sis," Brandon said.

"I am sorry, I am the one who told them not to. You were busy and I saw it was good giving you time to do what you were doing; you weren't even talking to us." continued Brandon.

"I am so sorry. " I told him and started crying while asking him what have I done?

The doctor came later and told us he is recovering well.

He recovered after a week and I was happy with that, and I apologized to both my parents and to Brandon. My parents then explained to me how I came to be their daughter they then asked me if I will love to be taken to my sisters and I said no.

I stopped my obsession.

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That memory made me smile, back then one look at us and you could see we were sisters. Right now, things have changed and I look a little less like them, the five of them still look alike.

What took place and how I got separated from them is still a mystery to me which one day maybe I will unveil. But now, seeing as my mother brought me up well it's of no importance.

I have to stay put and focus on one thing alone; Watching over them.

It's been really fun watching over them even though they are unaware. Over the past year, I have come up with some reasons to answer anyone if I get caught.

But I can't get caught I am cautious and since I began doing this no one has ever come and asked me anything related to me watching them, which means I am all good.

I have become a better spy, stalker, watch lady. Whatever!

With the books I have read if the police call me to help them with an investigation I am sure I can find them some clues and answers.

And this week I am going to watch one of my sisters, Stephanie Perry.

My beautiful gorgeous doctor sister.

I want to discover more about her and know who she is outside the hospital when she is not wearing her white coat.