bipolar baby/mid90s

Janis Joplin looking b*tch

I was at Rays house, hanging out with his mom and helping her with the dishes as Ray cleaned up his room. Apparently it's a mess. I doubt that but alright.

Her phone rang so she picked it up and looked dead at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and put the last dish up.

I turned to her and she says, "your little brother needs you." I nod and she gives the phone to me and walks away giving me privacy. I lean up against the wall letting the cord wrap around my wrist. "What's up Stevie?" "Ian. He hit me. What do you want me to do?" His voice was a little shaky from fear and I could tell he was crying. Ray walked into the room. "Hey baby, everything alright-" I put a finger up to him to make him wait a minute so I could listen to Stevie. He told me what Ian did. "Alright, you wait in your room and I'll be there. I'll handle it, okay?" "No y/n, hes extremely angry, I don't think you understand." "I understand completely. He got mad at you and hurt you. I'm going to handle it.  I will be okay. Just stay in your room."

I hang up the phone and Ray comes up to me with a concerned look. "Everything alright?" "Yeah, I just have to kick someone's ass but it'll be alright." I grab my sweater and put it on and grabbing my skateboard. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Ray asks, he knows exactly who I'm talking about.

"Im perfectly sure. I'm gonna kick the shit of this Janet Joplin looking bitch."

I go out the door and slam it, I then start to skate down the road to my house.

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I got there ten minutes later and ran into my house. I threw down my board and headed straight to Ian's room.

I walked in and he was listening to music again like nothing happened.

"Ian what the fuck?" "What?" He asks irritated. "Why in hell would you hit him? He didnt do shit." "He annoyed the fuck out of me." "That doesn't give you a right to do that you piece of shit." He gets up and puts his music down. He decides to get in my face and that was a fucking mistake, I was pissed.

"What are you gonna do about it?"

I punch him in the face, and then he grabs me by the waist harshly and slams me up against the hallways wall. He punches me and I kick him in the groin. He hunches over and I push him into the house plant that falls over and breaks.

We continue to punch and kick the shit out of each other until we got tired. I ended up getting a bad bloody nose, cut on my lip, cut on my cheekbone from his ring catching my skin, and a small black eye. Thank god my eye wasn't swollen.

Ian got a black eye from where I kept punching him over and over, cut on his upper arm, and a busted lip.

The hallway and living room was trashed from where we traveled through the house.

Ian had left in anger and I sat on the floor in the hall, leaning my head against the wall. I breathed heavily in exhaustion. Tears rolled down my face. I was silent. I didn't sob. I didnt scream. I was racking my brain trying to find a reason on why I was placed here. On this earth. Why I was sent to this specific family. This specific area in Los Angeles.

I was in pain. And sore. I needed a Xanax, a painkiller, something.

That's when I started crying.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I felt someone sit next to me and I looked over with my red eyes, cheeks, and nose to see Stevie. He's crying too. "Y/n im sorry." I hold my arms out and he came to me, hugging me. We hold each other, scared, sad, and in pain.

I hate Ian.

I hate him.

But he's my brother and my family.

So I have to take care of him.

Do I?

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ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER YALL IM SORRY BUT IM CAMPING IN THE MOUNTAINS AND I DONT HAVE MUCH WIFI.