Living with 3 older brothers

Screwing up

Julianna's Pov

We looked everywhere for the telly remote, realising Jeremy had probably locked it up in his office along with all our electronics. With nothing else to do, we settled on a random card game.

"Do you have a three?"

"No, go fish"

He threw his cards on the table in frustration. "This is bullshit, I should be out with some girl, not playing stupid card games with a kid." I glared at him, threw my cards on the table as well and stormed out. I knew he didn't want to be with his 'kid sister' but he didn't have to be rude about it. He came after me. "I'm sorry Juls, I didn't mean it, I'm just mad at Jeremy for taking away my freedom, I shouldn't have taken it out on you." I ignored him but he grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. "C'mon kid don't be mad." He pleaded. I softened, I wasn't really mad, I was just, like him, annoyed that I was being punished.

"Let me make it up to you, let's go out." He said. I smiled but asked.

"What if we get caught? James said he would worsen our punishments." He snorted.

"So? At least we'll be grounded together, we can play board games the whole day." My mind was decided. "Where should we go?" He asked.

"I heard there was a party at Jenna's house, let's go there." I suggested.

He nodded his head. "Ok, but you'd better not get too carried away, don't make me regret agreeing to this." He warned. I rolled my eyes but agreed nonetheless.

When it was the time to go out, we got ready and snuck out through Jame's window that we found the key to. Thank god Jenna's house was close enough to walk to as John didn't have the keys to his car and it was freezing.

It was already dark out when we stepped into the house and we had around three hours before Jeremy got back, James was staying over at a friends house or something, I don't really know. 

I made myself a drink, mixing vodka and orange juice, but John snatched it out of my grasp, tutted at me and drank it, saying I was too young to drink. I frowned at him and took a beer to chug, he was already too drunk to notice.

More than a few drinks later, I found myself dancing on a table, a bit drunk, with a bunch of other girls. I grabbed another beer can and began to chug it down when someone snatched it out of my grasp. I looked up, glaring and began to cuss the person out when I saw an angry James in front of me, holding my beer can in his hand.

My eyes widened and I immediately sobered up a bit.

"Oh god," I muttered. Did I say that out loud?

"Oh god indeed, when we get home, you're going to be in so much shit." James growled at me. He forcefully dragged me up to his car where I saw an annoyed John in the backseat next to me where I was pushed in.

The car ride was spent in silence. W got to the house quickly and before I could run up to my room, James caught me, reading my mind. "Don't. You. Dare." He growled in my ear menacingly.  James was more cross than I had ever seen him in my life. It scared me immensely. I was pushed onto the couch along with John. James laced around the room in fury. Like, I get we were supposed to be grounded but still, what's he getting so mad about?

He turned to John. "You," he pointed, "you're supposed to be looking out for Julianna, not taking her to parties to get drunk, anything could've happened to her." John stayed quiet.

"I'm sorry James, I suggested it, it was my fault, not his, I'm sorry." I said.

"Don't you utter another god damn word Julianna, I swear to god. You know perfectly well we don't want you at parties, and you go to one anyways, and when you're grounded for gods sake." It was my turn to keep quiet.

"It was my fault, I suggested we go out on the first place, sure she chose the party but it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't brought it up. I was supposed to look after her and I didn't, I'm sorry." John said. I looked at him, shocked, he had never stood up for me before. He noticed my shocked face and took my hand, squeezing it.

James pinched the bridge of his nose, which he only did when he was frustrated. "Just... go to bed, Julianna you're going with me tonight, get your things and bring them to my room." I did as I was told, not wanting to get in even more trouble, and scurried out of the room.

The next couple of days were absolute torture. James told Jer what we had done, even though we begged him not to. Even my baby sister puppy dog eyes didn't work on him. How disrespectful. When will this hoe learn to not snitch? As a punishment, John was given the duty of cleaning the whole house every day since 6 in the morning and I was given an excruciatingly long workout session for two reasons, 1) to learn my lesson and not disobey again, and 2) to be able to defend myself at least a bit in case I was in danger at any point.

I, like John, had to get up at 6 in the morning every day to start the workout. Then I was grumpy throughout the whole day because I hadn't slept well and I was sore.

"Why, *pant* doesn't, *pant* John, *pant* have to, *pant* do this, *pant* as well." I tried saying while I collapsed on the floor after 30 press ups.

"Because John exercises three times a week, so this would be easy for him." Jeremy answered, watching me suffer while he had breakfast. How rude, he doesn't even care that I'm dying over here. I was so incredibly tired I sincerely believed I was going to faint. I laid on the floor, to tired to even blink. "Come on, get up, we're not nearly done yet." Jeremy scolded. I groaned and stayed on the floor. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw him sigh on frustration and come towards me, setting his scrambled eggs on the little table we had in the basement. He pulled me up and tried to make me stand up on my own but I played limp. I wasn't trying to annoy him on purpose, I was just too exhausted to do anymore. I wanted to throw up. I had never felt this way before, not even in the past 5 days I've done this work out. I groaned again, coming to the realisation, I had probably started my monthly gift from mother flow.

I couldn't care less at that moment and just stayed on the cold marble floor. "If you don't get up this instant, I will prolong this to another week." Jeremy warned.

I got up, using all my strength and went to the bathroom quickly to put a tampon in. Jeremy yelled at me for walking away but I explained the situation and he let me rest for the day, he knew how much it affected me. Every moth I would spend a week in the bathroom taking pain meds and throwing up. I laid in my bed and fell asleep.

I went back to school on Monday. I met Max again, with his cocky smirk and flirtatious way of speaking. He annoyed me.

"You're brother won't scare me off, princess." He whispered in my ear as I sat down next to him in English.

"Shut up, I'm actually trying to learn." I replied, not looking at him.

"Why? So you can get good grades to support yourself? Aren't your parents supposed to worry about that? Oh wait, that's right, they're dead." He whispered that last part and I felt myself pale. I got up and did what my instinct told me, I punched right right in the jaw and started screaming at him, at this point I couldn't give a damn if I was expelled. He did not just bring up my parents. I didn't even notice the whole class screaming and yelling at me to stop. I wasn't a very strong person, so the only reason Max hadn't thrown a punch back was, not because he wasn't able to, but because he was letting me hurt him. I'll admit, I went a bit too far when I grabbed my chair and was ready to throw it at him, but a strong arm grabbed my arm in mid-air and held it behind my back. I looked behind me and there was John. He didn't look mad, more like empathetic, as if he felt sorry for me. I struggled against him but he wouldn't budge, instead he took me out of class and into the janitor's closet and let me cry into him. I wanted my parents, but Max was right, they were dead and they weren't coming back.

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