Away

Currently at my grandparent's house, and feeling much better. The eye of the storm has passed and the raging winds and stinging rain is back again. I just had to get out of there.
I'm at peace listening to the soft hum of friendly conversation, and I'm getting rather sleepy. But today wasn't that nice, hence why I left.

When we came into the house today, my mom and Craig were watching Hide and Seek. Since my sister desperately wants to see the movie, my mom let her see a little bit of it. Craig however protesed. Mom ignored his protests and allowed my sister watch about two minutes of TV. All of a sudden Craig lifted up the remote, turned off the TV, and slammed the remote down on the table. No one spoke. My mom turned on the cable and watched HGTV, in which my mother talked about the plain cabinets and the pretty flooring, and Craig just ignored her. I left, digging some items out of my backpack and returned out to the living room. I asked my sister, "You said you'd take a shower right after we got home from school, right?" Craig turned to me, still stretched out on the couch. "When was the last time you took a shower, Jessica?" Craig snapped. My mother was appaled. "Craig, it's not a man's place to ask a girl about feminine hygine!" she told him.
"Oh, so did I cross the line?" he sassed, almost yelling.
"I think you probably did," Mom responded.
Craig got up and yelled, "Fine!" and stormed out of the room. Just seconds later, he emerged from the other room with his keys, almost knocked me down, and stormed out the door. The front door closed with a finalizing bang.
My sister, my mother, and I stood there for a minute. Finally my mom said, "That was uncalled for. He should not have been asking you about your shower habits. That made me uncomfortable, as well as probably you and Julie."
My sister agreed. Honestly, my mind was still sorting itself out. Why had Craig gotten so mad over something so simple? Why couldn't he control his temper? And the most improtant one: What's wrong with me?
He seems alright with Mom sometimes, but he's so cold to me. He gets along with my sister more than he does with me. I just want to be loved. Being ignored and verbally abused is not my definition of love.
So, as I left today to go to my grandparent's house, I said goodbye, and I half-expected them to say goodbye to me. No one did. When I told them I loved them, no response.
My mom was sick, which is understandable, so I excuse her. But there's no excuse for the way Craig acted. Why didn't he say three simple words? How hard is it to say 'I love you', even if you don't mean it? Three syllables. That's it. But not one was spared for me.