Troubled (Dallon Weekes' sister)

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Elle-

I woke up and my alarm indicated it was 11:00 o'clock, i yawned and stretched myself, then i stood up and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After that, i went downstairs to make myself a snack, i needed to get a job as soon as possible because, yeah, i didn't enrolled in a college, yay!

To my surprise Dallon and Brendon were awake, Dallon was looking for some food, my parents apparently were not at home.

"Hey guys" I said and they both waved, Dallon kept staring at the fridge not convinced about the choices, i simply grabbed granola with yogurth in a little cup and started eating.

"What are you doing today, Elle?" Dallon asked after he gave up and grabbed a cereal bowl for brendon and one for his own.

"Umm, gonna look up for a job or something" i said and he nodded, i knew Dallon was not convinced that being a makeup artist would be like one hell of a job, but i wanted it.

"You could go to a model agency, may be they can hire you for events" Brendon said trying to cheer me up, it was a brilliant idea until Dallon screw it up.

"Or to Macy's to give free make overs and samples" Dallon said and kept eating, i stood up and gave him my best bitchy look, Brendon smiled at me showing sympathy and i shot him a glare too.

I went to my room and decided what to do, may be Dallon was right, but he needed to save his comments, i decided to take a shower and after i washed my hair and body i wrapped myself in a towel, then got back to my room (not like it was a long way)and changed into a black short sleeved dress, black lace pattern tights, 2 inch red heels and a black scarf, i needed to look fancy and nice if i wanted a job, i did my makeup, getting a really nice look, i applied foundation, among other products and the result was jet black eyes with a wine lipstick, i looked really awesome, i was impressed with my job and how the voices didn't fuck up my self esteem this time.

When i was ready i unplugged my phone and grabbed my red purse, got my wallet in there, keys, my make up portafolio, where i kept my art, creations, and pictures of looks i created and my phone, then grabbed my ray ban's and went downstairs, i left a postit so that Dallon knew where was i going.

I got in the car and started my drive, before going to an agency or any place, i stopped by the rehab clinic to visit Drew, i parked myself in front of the building and walked across the street.

I knocked the door nervously, i had memories of here, some good, some bad. Clarice opened the door and smiled at me, she gretted me with a smile and a hug.

"Come on in dear" she said and calm and elegant as always, we walked towards the living room and she stopped "I assume you're here for Drew, aren't you?" i nodded my head and she gestured me to go upstairs to his room, i was so happy to see him, it was weird not being with him very single moment, also it was good, but it felt weird.

I knocked in his door and heard strange noises 'told you, he is doing what you fear the most' stop, let's not get all paranoic, i knocked again, no response, just weird noises 'open up' and for the first time i didn't complained about it, i opened the door and i opened the door for heart break 'told you'. Drew was screwing a girl, i had seen her before, i just didn't remembered her name, but she was really pretty, blonde, skinny and she always gave me these death glares when i was with Drew, i just, i didn't thought he could do this.

"I see you're busy, i'll just, i-" i said and i turned around, Drew went all red and i started walking downstairs again trying to hold back my tears, i couldn't ruin my makeup, i walked straight to the door ignoring his calls.

I went into the car and i just stared at the street, my mind was still processing everything and i couldn't even cry, tears wouldn't come, and that was a good thing considering i am wearing black makeup.