Oh Brother

Things will change

Bailey
Everything had very quickly turned to pure hell.
Grayson had copped the least injuries thanks to me riding shot gun that day, he got out with a few scratches and a burn around his next from the belt. I had come in at a whopping second place with a concussion, a fractured rib, a busted face and a lot more scratches and bruises then Grayson.

But Ethan won... Ethan nearly died.

They had launched a test which found a drug cocktail in his system, before we left for school he had taken some party pill while also being incredibly high from pot.

Two broken ribs, A major concussion, A broken collar bone, a shard of glass had flown directly under his eye and cut open a deep wound. I found out that under a second before the actual collision happened, he had put his arm out across my chest to try and protect me; which earnt him a broken arm.

When he had finally gained consciousness, he also had the surprise of our dad at the end of his bed. It was the first time all of his kids had seen him in a long time. We talked for ages, Ethan was too drugged up to get angry but I saw him cry and it really surprised me. We arranged that when things were somewhat normal again we would start to visit Dad.

The police had found the car flipped on its side, my side of the car on the ground. I saw photos, Grayson didn't want to look and Ethan didn't wake up on time to see them. They said when they opened the car Ethan was hanging lifelessly over me. I was knocked out, Ethan was knocked out and poor Grayson remained semi conscious through it all. The car was a wreck.

Ethan

I looked up at the clock on the wall through what i could see out of from my swollen eyes

"What's the time?" I croak out

"8pm." Cameron answers.

"Fuck." I groan.

"You know... They found a lot of fuckin drugs in your system Ethan. Why would you drive your siblings to school, with Bailey in the front seat, with all that in your system? Did you want to kill them? You nearly killed yourself." Cameron says, more confused then mad.

"I really fucked up. But I was trying to be nice by giving her front seat, y' know? Then... this happens." I sigh.

Cameron stares at me as if she wants me to keep talking and tell her everything.

"Bailey and I had a heated talk the night before, I felt really bad about some things, so after she went to bed I started taking shit and smoking and then just didn't stop." I add on, hoping it would please her.

30 minutes later they wheeled in Bailey to see me.

"Hey..." I groan, nervously.

She doesn't say anything, just looks down at the floor.

"I think this is a lot worse then what I did to your car that time." She mumbles with a slight grin.

I choke out a laugh which hurts me physically.

Flashback
I had my sister straddled to the ground with my hands around her neck.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, Bailey."

She spluttered out apologies but didn't fight back.

"You fucked up the front AND door of my car!" I grunt, letting go of her neck but staying on top of her to keep her from getting away.

"Ethan... I-."

I slapped her and picked her up off the ground dragging her upstairs.

"You are dead." I sneer

I frown thinking about that memory.

"Yeah... Just a bit." I scoff.

There's more silence, the topic of that incident always became awkward when talked about.

"I wasn't driving that night... by the way. It was Sarah, she was a really bad influence, but i didn't stop her-."

"I know." I say gently.

"What?" She frowns.

A few months ago
I was fucked up drunk one night with my sisters ex best friend in the back of my car, shirtless and sucking my dick.

I know how bad this sounds, but Sarah had always been a year and a half older then Bailey so she was only slightly younger then me. We were at a party and she was friends with the guy throwing it. At around 8pm she had come over and sat on my lap after flirting with me all night. And here we were.

I laid her down on the back seat and hovered over her kissing down her chest, then I was inside of her.

When it was done we both sat there, tired, drunk and panting. I remember feeling the alcohol drain me snf slowly becoming sober and the situation getting worse.

"I haven't been in this car since I couldnt drive and totally crashed up that curb and shit." She laughed

"What?" I blurted turning to face her

"That night I was with Bailey, and we took your car."

"You were driving?" I ask confused.

She nods.

"Oh shit." I groan running my hands through my hair. Poor Bailey.

"Yeah, I felt bad because I always had the biggest crush on you." She says biting her lip.

Present time

"I ended up talking to Sarah like a few months ago at a party and she just told me straight out. Which made me feel like a dick because I had kicked your ass when you weren't even driving it." I admit.

"Wow." Bailey scoffs.

"Yeah..." I groan.

"I would say it's fair for me to beat you up over this but the crash already did that." She jokes.

There's an awkward silence.

"What's gonna happen to you... I mean you drove with drugs in your system and caused a huge crash. Are you going to jail?"

With the energy I have in me I use it to frown and shake my head.

"No." I say. "I don't know what's gonna happen but I'm not going to jail." I mutter

From my hospital bed and my current vegetative state, I have a great view of not much but the clock some hospital shit and my sister in a wheel chair.

"Oh shit can you walk?" I ask urgently, I somehow hadn't though to address her sitting in a wheelchair until now?

"Yeah, I'm not paralysed they just put me in here because i'm in pain when I stand up."

I smile slightly, overcome with sadness.

"Bailey... B, I am so so sorry. For absolutely everything. Today especially. But I need you to know that I know what i've done wrong, and you don't deserve what I've put you through. I'm really sorry." I croak

Her eyes start watering, and her face is all red.

"If I had killed you today I would have not know what to do without never being able to tell you that I'm so sorry for the times that i've took my older brother privileges too far." I say, tears spilling out.

"It's okay. I forgive you." She smiles and puts her hand on top of mine.

"I really wanna stop being such an asshole. I wanna be better." I laugh.

"That sounds very nice." She laughs

We were both crying, it was weird.

Who had any idea how long it would be until we had another silly argument and went at it like cat and dog. But right now in this moment, we both know things are gonna change, whatever those things may be.