From Rags To Riches

Chapter 22

Jake was going to die.

He knows what drinking does to people. He knows that the reason our father is gone is because someone was drinking and made the decision that cost our father his life.

I stormed towards the guys room, running into Logan along the way.

"Hey Liz, you alright?" He asked me, concern lacing his voice.

He's so cute.

Not the time.

It was two days after the whole...event, and Jake and Logan refused to leave Andrea and I alone for more than an hour. I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Jake, mostly because Katherine had told us the theme of the week which was zombies and we had to rehearse. I also hadn't spoken to Logan about... whatever we were.

"Ask me that after I kill my brother."

"Is it about the whole not leaving you alone thing? Because I can talk to him if you'd like," he started before he looked at the anger in my eyes. "Or not? Is this about him smoking?"

"It's about him deciding to do the one thing that cost our father his life and caused Andrea to..." I stopped before revealing something that wasn't mine to tell.

"Andrea to what? Go streaking? Dancing on a table and singing off key to Firework? Because I mean, she'd probably do that while sober if it was a dare." He joked.

"What? Uh sure. Listen I'm going to go talk to Jake I'll see you in a bit alright?"

I then turned around and stomped into Jake's shared room. "JACOB ROSS O'CONNOR WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"

I heard a muffled, "Oh shit!" come from what I assumed was Matt in the closet. Behold, infront of my very eyes was the despicable sight known as my brother, drinking to his heart's content.

"Fuck! Liz, what are you doing in here?" Matt shrieked, stumbling out of the large closet. His pants were halfway down and shirt still around his neck so I assumed he was changing.

Although that didn't matter at the moment. For all I cared he could be as naked as the day he was born.

"Oh, hey Liz! Wanna sip?" Jake slurred, clearly intoxicated, while shoving the bottle towards me.

"He's been like this all day. Did Andrea finally say she wanted nothing to do with him or something?" Matt asked while putting his beanie on.

"Something like that. Where'd he get this anyways?"

"Some girl named...hmm...Turkey or Tiffany or something I'm not sure. Very annoying though. Now I'm off to go catch a movie," he smirked, grabbing a pair of keys and walking out the door.

"You know Liz, you seem mad. Why are you mad?" Jake asked, the look on his face resembling a small child who'd been yelled at.

"You know that you shouldn't be drinking that. Do you not remeber the reason our father isn't with us? Do you want me to tell mom what you're spending your time doing? What about Amdrea? Don't you know what they've done to her?" I asked him.

"Listen, I'm not a drunk driver. I'm not going to hurt anyone. Okay?"

I need to get through his thick skull.

"What would Lucy do if she found out?"

He stopped for a second before turning towards me. The comment seemed to hit him hard. Before I could say anything else he threw the bottle on the ground. It shattered, allowing the few sips that were left to spill onto the floor.