Unlasting

Rachael

I walked into the house and I knew something was wrong when I heard Camila Cabello playing on stereo so loud my ears hurt. I wasn't fully recovered from that, when I heard Brie screaming along to the song.

No, no. She wasn't singing along, she was screaming the song.

I rushed to her door, hoping this problem was something I could fix before I had to listen to Camila longer than I ever wanted to.

"Sweetie, let me in."

"Go away, I'm not turning it down."

Oh God...

"But If the neighbours had to think about their fathers any more than they already did, they may get mad at us. Some of them don't even like their fathers, this is torture for them." I screamed.

"I dont care."

One word... frustrating. I loved Brie, but whenever she's this stubborn, she becomes a handful, and I would love nothing more than to leave her alone and not have to deal with her until later, but, the neighbours might just call the cops on us and I don't need that kind of headache right now.

"C'mon Brie, open up for sexy Rach," I scream louder.

God help me if the neighbours heard me call myself sexy Rach, then again they don't pay any of my bills, so f**k them, but if they called the cops for probably kids corruption and disturbance of peace, then I'm the one f**ked. Luckily the doors opened before I screamed more vulgar and embarrassing words.

"Took you long enough."

She tried to quickly close the door before I could enter, but I pushed passed her.

"Just in case you're wondering, perks of working out."

I stick my tongue out at her. It's hysterical how she rolls her eyes at me and somehow manages to add an angry glare at the same time.

"Sorry."

She reduced the volume of the stereo while I sat on her bed and waited for her to join me. The under of her eyes were bulged as makeup from this morning dented her fine features and glowy skin. I knew something was wrong when she kept scream-crying along the lines of cabello's first man, but I didn't know it was this bad. Her eyes were as the colour red, an empty bottle of beer laid under her table. Brie never drank, so if she did, it meant she needed the alcohol to cope with the pain.

Instinctively, I hugged her. "Oh sweetie. What happened?"

I shouldn't have asked at that time, but i was so worried someone had died it completely slipped my mind. Brie started tearing up again, so I held her even tighter than I was holding her before, and shushed her until she stopped crying. I didn't want to press her for answers, but in order to help her get out of this mood, I needed her to talk to me.

"I thought you went to see your mom today?"

"I don't even want to talk about it. That woman is a selfish person and everything that happened to her was well deserved." She screamed.

No matter how many times Brie said she hated her mother, I knew it wasn't true. A person who hated her mother would never go through all she'd gone through just to make her happy.

I've known Brie since high school, she's a sweet soul to a fault. She has never wished bad even on those who hurt her, much more, her own mother. From the day we became friends after I saved her from some guys bullying her, I've known everything that happens in her life. Though I can never truly understand the depths of her relationship with her mother, I know Brie had sacrificed her happiness many times for her.