He's Mine

Chapter I - My Address Is Known

I walk over to my bike, ready to go home.

"Summer, wait!" Someone cries out. I look over to the sound of the voice and find my sister, Winter nearly tripping over her own feet as she attempts to run towards me in her black high heeled boots. 

She had a cashmere winter jacket with a bunch of white fur around the hood. Super light, skinny jeans,  white tee-shirt and a silver necklace. Her strait, white almost blond hair (it's been a while since she dyed it) was perfectly surrounding her beautifully pale and pampered face. She had dark eyeliner, fake, long eyelashes and bright red lipstick.

"What?" I asked her, annoyed, 1) I wanted to go home and 2) she has this huge crush on Justin (the guy I bumped into twice today).

"I heard what you did to Justin." She yells.

"Who hasn't?" I ask.

"Why would you do that?" She ignores my question.

"Hmm, let me see, maybe because I absolutely hate him?" I respond with an even more annoyed tone than before.

"How could you hate him? He's perfect; and he's mine." She wanders off in her train of thought.

"I'll see you at home." I say even though she's not listening to me. I hop on my bike and start pedaling home.

Winter is not one who would get on a bike and ride home, so she takes the bus, but she usually gets home a few minutes earlier than I do, of course. 

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My parents aren't home when I arrive, so I put my bike back in the garage and run to the house to check on Winter. Once I get inside the warm cozy house, I call her name. With no reply, just silence. She is also one to do a lot of stupid shit, so I wouldn't be surprised if she was outside with people doing something dangerous. There was this one time where she had a bunch of guys over and they were urging her to go into the forest. She did, idiotically and the guys were trying to gang rape her when I found them. 

 So, I burst through the door to get outside, hoping she would be somewhere out there. (She likes the cold).

"Winter?" I holler, but again I get no reply. I go around the back of the house to the wide backyard to see if she's near the pool, but the only thing I find is the frozen and covered up pool. Usually she's in the kitchen, eating when I get home.

I can't find her outside so I race back for the house with the heavy sound of my footsteps and the pounding sound of my heartbeat vibrating loudly in my ears. 

As I open the door, I hear laughter, Winter's laughter. After slamming the door shut with the loudest bang I can create, I stomp over to the dining room where the noise is coming from. 

I stop in the doorway in surprise. There, on my dining room table, seated across from Winter is Justin.

"Winter!?" I verbalize.

"Oh, Hey Summer." She replies casually.  She always likes to worry me. 

"What is he doing here?" I ask half angry and half surprised that he knows where I live now. Winter opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off.

"I'm only here to say that I am sorry." Justin says.

"You should be sorry." I don't forgive him. Instead, I walk up to my room and slam the door.

I can still hear Winter, chatting him up downstairs, but before my parents get home he's gone. And then Winter comes up to my room. 

"What were you so angry about?" She asks after she opens the door and sits down next to me on my bed. 

"I didn't know where you were." I reply after a long pause. "I came into the house and called your name but you didn't answer."

"Oh." She simply says. "Well, I came home a little bit after you did..."

"Why?"

"Because instead of going on the bus -" I get up and slam the door shut because I can hear mom coming in through the door downstairs. Once I sit down Winter starts again. "Justin offered me a ride home in his car." 

I'm not looking at her now but out the window as she says this. "Why did you let him?'

"I didn't," She starts. "he let me."  I can feel her day-dreaming now.

"That's ridiculous, Winter." I turn to her.

"No." She argues. "You're just jealous!"  She yells before marching out and slamming my door. And then I hear,

"Hey! What's going on up there?" From my mom, downstairs. No one answers her and I decide to go for a walk outside.