Shattering The Surfaces

Prologue

Early Summer

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Jonathan’s POV

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Ker-plink!

My eyes twitched…

Ker-plink!

I swore I heard someone giggling…Or was it in my dream?

“Jon,”

Ker-plink!

I shifted over onto my stomach and buried my face into the pillow.

Not again!

The noise was small pebbles being tossed at my window.

Ker-plink…

“Jonny,” this time it was louder, and the soft voice was persistent with her sing-song tone.

I opened my eyes sleepily and reached over to check the time on my phone, it was two am. What is Abi up to now?

“Bang on the window,”

“Shh,” I heard her hiss. I scowled; she was with my brother again, not surprising.

I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of my bed, my hand blindly reaching out for the lamp switch on my night stand.

Yawning, I stood up once my eyes adjusted to the soft light and stretched out not bothering with a shirt and pulled my pajama pants up a bit more shuffling barefoot over to my window. I tripped over something on the floor of my bedroom and cursed softly under my breath as I hopped grabbing my foot from the sting.

Pulling back the curtains I looked around outside to see Abi hanging from a tree limb in the tree that was right outside my window. When I began to unlock the window she looked back over at the window and caught my gaze.

Her eyes sparkled and the light blue-green of her eyes from what I could see in the dim light was slightly glazed over, probably from the alcohol she had consumed. It wasn’t an assumption, just fact, she always did this when she partied and got pissed off at Anthony.

I opened the window and stuck my head out, the chilly night air made goose bumps rise on my arms. Abi’s wide silly grins always made me smile though, no matter what she did.

“What the hell are you doing?” I said quietly, more of a statement than a question as I already knew what was coming next.

Without answering, I braced myself as she began to swing forward on the tree branch like she had done a hundred times before and launched herself at me and into the window knowing I would catch her and pull her into my room.

“Dammit Abi,” I huffed, she giggled burying her face into my chest as I stumbled backwards gripping her tight so she didn’t fall in her drunken state.

“Don’t get mad at her it’s my fault again,”

I heard my brother’s voice as he clumsily did the same thing lunging into my window with a drunken grunt from the backyard tree.

“Tony pissed me off,” she lifted her head from my chest with a pout on her face, from where we stood just inside my room from the window.

Anthony glared at her statement and they exchanged a look, meaning they had something going on, some secret, which they were not telling me as usual. Slight anger rose inside my chest they always did this to me, had these dumb secrets.

Plus, this, with the window and sneaking in always happened when my brother took Abi out; they get drunk and come back in through my window. Abi would definitely be grounded once she went home the next day.