The Outlaw's Sister

One Hell of a Birthday

The sun sneaked in through the curtains. I was trying to catch a last few minutes of sleep, before I got up and faced the drudgery of my birthday. I hated my birthday. It was always the same. Hot weather, a barbecue outside and Family members smiling , saying I was a gorgeous young woman. I was forced to socialize with them. I was forced to forget that I hated Ashley. He had to come. The rest of the family would ask questions. My birthday was the one day of the year I had to talk to him excluding Christmas (I avoided Family events). He didn't come to my last party. He "said" he was on tour. I didn't care. I didn't miss him. He just sent me a giant box of clothes from Hottopic. So I wasn't that bothered. 

I knew he was coming. I had overheard my Grandmother and Ashley on the phone. Well I only heard one sentence before I rushed back into my room. I didn't want my Grandmother to catch me. 

I dragged my stiff body out of bed. I looked in the mirror. My hair was puffy and tangled. My eyes were swollen. I looked a mess. I went toward my wardrobe. I searched inside and pulled out clothes. I got dressed slowly. I looked in the mirror. I looked good for once. I was wearing Outfit. I lingered for a few seconds. Then I picked up my Iphone 5. It was 11am.  If I didn't go downstairs right now they would come and get me. They've done it before and they would do it again. So I opened my door. I crept downstairs. I could hear hysterical laughter coming from the kitchen. I stood out in the hallway. The laughter turned to whispers. I stood there for ten minutes trying to listen in but I could only hear snatches of the conversation. Then I jumped as I heard someone get off their chair. I decided to open the kitchen door. 

"There's the birthday girl now." Teased my Grandfather.

He enveloped me in a comforting hug. Then he let go of me. I turned round and there stood Ashley. He smiled at me. He was hoping that I would come and speak to him. I ignored him and hugged my Grandmother. She hugged me. When she let go Ashley stood there with open arms. But I ignored him. My Grandparents glared at me. My brother the "golden boy" "the apple of my families eye" had ruined my life and I was expected to forgive him. It wasn't going to happen. 

That's when the trouble started.

"Willow Rose Purdy, Hug your brother right now."My Grandmother stated sternly.

"No." I whispered.

"What did you say?"

"No Gran." I said."I can't"

"Willow Rose Purdy, this has gone on for far too long."

"SO I'M EXPECTED TO FORGIVE HIM WHEN HE RUINED MY LIFE!" I screamed.

My Grandmother stood back. She looked concerned and afraid. Like she had just realised something important.

Ashley hung his head in shame and covered his eyes.

"Willow either you forgive him or I will make this ten times worse."

"How can you make it anymore worse!"

She looked me right in the eyes.

"From now on your going to live with Ashley in his home under his rules, got it?"

"No you can't make me I'm 20."

"20 or not I can still make you go."

"You can't"

"Either you go to live with your brother and bond with him or Don't come back because I have had enough of your attitude."

"FINE!" I screamed.

Tears were pricking my eyes. I felt betrayed. My Grandparents were supposed to protect me. They were supposed to understand. Not make everything worse. Tears were now beginning to flow in a steady stream down my face. Ashley came towards me. He tried to put his arms around me. 

"Don't." I sobbed. "Haven't you done enough to me already."

He moved away from me and I fled from the kitchen into my Bedroom. I slammed the door. I pulled out my headphones from under my pillow. I plugged them into my phone. I went onto music and clicked on Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin.

I blasted it over and over again. I knew Ashley was sitting at my door. I heard him calling my name. I sat in front of the door so he couldn't get inside.I wanted to be free of him. I was sick of all the hurt and pain he brought with him. We were close once. But he had to become a porn star didn't he? He had no idea how much I had suffered because of his lifestyle choices. I don't think he cared enough to even notice. I eventually fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up inside a strange car. I could hear Creep by Radiohead playing. I was scared. How did I get here? I looked around and saw Ashley sitting next to me driving the God damn car. The Fucking Asshole. 

"You fucking Asshole."

"Calm Down Willow."

"Why should I?"

"Because we can discuss this later."

"Where are we going?"

"LA."

"But that will take forever." I moaned.

"Not my fault."

This would be one long ass drive. I was stuck in the Car with Ashley for over 26 hours. Just fucking great.

"We're in Oklahoma right now."

"Did I ask you to speak."

He tried to reply but before he could I put my headphones in. I blasted Thnks fr th mmrs by Fall Out Boy as loud as I could. I was planning to make him pay for what he was doing and had done to me. I was sick of everyone believing he was the "perfect child" in this family. I was sick of his sleaziness. I was sick of having to pay for "his" mistakes. I was his little sister and he had let me down. So many times. So many god damn fucking times. He had hurt me and not once did he ever say sorry or stop to think that if he had done something long ago we wouldn't be in this position now. I wouldn't hate him. I'd be his little sister again.  It couldn't be that way now. It was too late for us. He was sadly too late