Long Way Down [Unedited]

Nostalgia

Dallas

"I'm leaving mom, see you later!" I speak loudly, walking down the staircase. I straighten my jacket and wipe away the excess oil around my nose, which looks like oil mines if not removed. Ah gross! A sudden nudge and might I say a very harsh one, makes me squeal with pain. I turn around and see Liam, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Where you going?" He interrogates me.

"Why do you care?" I scowl, "and ouch!" I hiss, rubbing my arm.

"I don't give a fuck but when I ask a question, you're supposed to fucking answer and not question me back!" He mumbles angrily. Oh boy!

"Mommmm!!!!" I yell annoyingly as Liam's anger continues to linger in the air.

"What's happening?" Mom comes out of the kitchen, with a hand towel in her hand. "What's wrong Dallas?"

"I'm going out and Liam won't stop annoying the ugh out of me!" I complain. "He also hurt my arm. It still hurts."

"I just asked her where is she going and instead of answering straight away, she's being rude." He speaks sternly. "I'm not here to tolerate her fucking tantrums while she whores around in the city."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!!" My anger starts bubbling, blurring my vision with tears of rage.

"Language!" Mom hisses.

"How dare you talking to me like that you bitch!!" Liam raises his voice and gives me the murderous look.

"Liam, honey calm down. April please just be quite for a while." Mom whispers carefully. The sentence enough brings me to the edge as tears start streaking my cheeks.

"Will you ever, like for once be on my side?!" I sob.

"I'm not taking sides here. I'm just neutralizing the situation." She mumbles.

"Neutralizing the situation by calming down your son and asking me to shut up?! How partial can you be?! I mean I always knew you loved him more than you did to me but do you have to go out of your way and prove it to me all the fucking time?" My breath hitches as another sob escape my lips.

"Stop overreacting." Liam strikes a rude comment.

"Fuck off." I whisper angrily under my breath.

"What did you say?!" He asks me, the tone of his voice becoming dangerous.

"Fuck off!!!" I scream on his face and turn around towards mom,"I hate you!! I fucking hate you and your son." I walk towards the door and open it harshly," I wish I was never born in this house. Its a curse." I mumble and storm out.

As I walk outside on the street, I hear Liam screaming on the top of his lungs and I catch a few words him saying "meeting boys" "whoring around" "bitch" ,etc. I wipe the tears rolling down my cheeks and walk towards the park. It's always been like that, so why am I so surprised? Liam has never passed out on a chance to humiliate me in front of my parents, friends, even the neighbours. Ever since the graduation, he has been all over my head. Every time it's some or the other reason to annoy me the fuck out of my mind. I don't understand why does he hate me so much?! I mean I surely don't. He's been my parent growing up. When my parents weren't home for six days a week the whole day, he was the one who took care of me. Right from the time I was a year old and he was four, he took care of me. And I'm grateful, so fucking grateful I can't express. I just want the god old days to come back.. A tear rolls down my eye as the memories of past pop inside my head. How we used to make castles with the pillows, how we used to play pretend street fighting... How I used to sniff my mom's clothes because I missed her so damn much. It's all a blur now but I miss it.

As I turn around the corner, I spot Luke waiting outside the park with his hands shoved into his pockets. I wipe away any sign of tears from my face quickly and replace it with a smile. I don't want to be a pity case, that's my only pet peeve.

"Hey! Took you long enough.." He waves, "I thought I almost got stood up."

"Just fashionably late." I whisper coarsely.

"Are you okay?" He asks me carefully, placing his hand over my shoulder. Somehow it feels pathetic and helpless, so I brush his hand off my shoulder.

"I'm fine." I mumble. "Can we meet up tomorrow? I'm really not feeling like talking today."

"Something's wrong and you aren't telling me." He holds my hand firmly, making eye contact. My eyes threaten to water but I hold them in.

"I'm fine, really." I say as my breath hitches slightly. He cups my face with his hands and looks at me,

"You can tell me." He mumbles softly.

"It's just a fight between me and my brother."

"Ah! Again!" Luke whines dramatically. It makes me cringe a little. It's not his problem anyway, why does he have to be so overdramatic? "God that guy's been giving you tough time lately and I hate it." A weird sense of annoyance and anger starts bubbling inside me. He or any other stranger do not have the right to talk shit about my brother or our relationship.

"You have no right to say that." I speak sternly, slapping his hand away from my face. "It's between us brother and sister. I'd advice you stay out of it."

"Shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that. I guess I overreacted for no reason. Forgive me?" He speaks apologetically. Guess I'm over reacting too.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that." I mumble. "I'm just not in a good mood right now." He laces our fingers together, creating the familiar yet so strange spark in my body.

"I know." He whispers. "And I'm gonna be here, always. Whenever and wherever you need me." I nod with a smile, my body still ticking with the spark. Luke started getting comfortable with me after 6 days we first met. It was mostly just shoulder pats, friendly nudges at first. Though they still made me feel as ticklish as right now. Then as we started talking and sharing, things got more intimate. Apparently we were holding hands now and I don't how to say this, but this is the most strangest yet satisfying feeling I've ever experienced in my life. Our hands, laced together.. As if they were made for each other. If the hand feels so good, imagine how the first kiss would be..! My subconscious tells me, making my cheeks heat.

"You okay?" Luke asks, concerned.

"More than okay." I smile, brushing my thumb against his hand.

Hola amigos!!! I know I haven't updated in what seems like ages and I'm utterly sorry!!! You see I'm a part time writer and a full time student, so sometimes the Uni gets hard at me. Anyways, this isn't a very important chapter but its very essential for the basis of further events. Are you loving the story so far?? If you are, don't forget to tap that star (vote), comment and recommend. I love yall xoxoxox ;);)