Lethal

3.

This may be the first time in a month my head doesn't feel like it's going to combust.

Every morning I wake up feeling like a nuclear bomb has exploded in my brain, but now, for the first time in ages I feel well rested. Better.

My father passed out before I could come home, so that was already a huge relief. A relief from the torture my father puts me through.

And I tried to stop my drug abuse a few months ago, but gave up after a while. But last night I decided to try again, a decision I'll regret later this week.

I dress myself, knowing I have work in a few hours. I actually enjoy work, it's a nice escape. A nice distraction. I get to see Ezra, who actually turns out to be oddly nice company.

I look in the mirror, inspecting my outfit carefully. Mesh thigh high socks with lace at the top, a low waisted mini skirt with a baggy off the shoulder band shirt. Guns n' roses. I do my makeup like usual and yank a brush through my knotted hair.

I walk downstairs and immediately Ivan ruffles my hair, barking out a laugh when I glare up at him.

Dmitri beckons me over to the couch, and I settle down next to him. "And, baby sister, what time do you leave for work?" Alex asks from the spot he's seated at by the dining table.

I roll my eyes at his nickname for me, also glaring at him. "I leave after lunch, I get home at around two in the morning." I say, turning to Ivan.

"Ivan, can you pretty please drop of your sweet and amazing little sister?" I ask, smirking because I know he can't say no to me.

He looks at me for a second and grunts, but he nods and I smirk in victory. "Thank you, Nemo." I tease, when Ivan and I were still kids, he was twelve and I was four. His favorite movie was Nemo.

And I will bet you ten bucks right now he still secretly watches it when he's tired.

So now I endlessly tease him about it whenever I get the chance.

Ivan groans, and now it's his turn to glare at me. "This again? Seriously Blair?" He grumbles, but I see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"I will never stop Ivan, not until the day that I die." I laugh, and he joins me.

I lunch with my brothers, we laugh and talk and Dmitri had made us eggs earlier so we're eating those now.
Alex decides to plait my hair as I finish eating, his hands skillfully braiding my hair like he used to do when we were kids.

He finishes, parts if my hair still slipping out of the elastic and framing my face.
Ivan now also stands up and slips into his Converse, grabbing his car keys off the table before calling out for me to follow him to the car.

We sit in a comfortable silence as he drives me to the cafe, his fingers drumming against the steering wheal while he speeds up a little as we leave our neighborhood.

Once we arrive, he wishes me luck and ruffles my hair before I step out of the car and wave at him. He drives off and I walk into the cafe, the bell ringing above my head.

Edith smiles at me, assigning me with my job for the day. I help customers and make food for lunch.

As the day goes on I clean a little and help a few customers, but it's a quiet day.
I check the time and notice how late it is already and I quickly make myself dinner, just a sandwich.

The bell rings, and I look up from my phone to see Ezra walk in. He nods, acknowledging me as he sits down in his usual booth in the back.

I set my dinner aside and walk over to him to take his order.

"Hello Ezra," I beam, tucking a loose strand from my braid behind my ear.
"just the usual?" I ask, watching him as he opens his laptop and nods at me in response.

"Alright, will be right here." I say, turning around and walking off to get him his hot chocolate. I got used to his silence, he hasn't spoken to me since he dropped me off at home.

I make his order and place it in front of him, smiling at him before walking off again to finish my dinner and take a fucking Tylenol because a headache is blooming up at my temples.

Once the clock hits one in the morning, I quickly clean and put some stuff away for the next day. Then Ezra and I leave the cafe again, together. I bid him goodbye and walk off towards the bus stop, getting on my bus home.

Once I arrive home, Ivan looks up from the kitchen table. Father is already passed out on the couch, luckily.

"Trying to quit again, Blair?" Ivan asks, noticing immediately how I'm paler than usual. I nod, taking another Tylenol for the headache.

"I'm proud of you, kid." He says, Ivan has always been my father figure as my own was incapable of being one after my mother's death.

Our mothers death had a great impact on my family, my father started drinking and my brothers lost their spark for quite a few years. We've healed, all of us except my father. We've all moved on, it's hard. Thinking about her, talking about her, seeing photographs of her. But it gets easier after eleven years.

My heart still aches for her and my mind feels incomplete without my mother, but I have my brothers.

Ivan has always believed in me, encouraging me with whatever my interests were at the time being. He helped me when no one else would, so I'll always love him for that.

Now he's helping me with getting sober, and every day —even if I wasn't sober at the time— he tells me he's proud of me. And in my eyes that's the best kind of love. Proudness.

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Alright chapter three, three weeks late but whatever. I hate this chapter except maybe the last part😭
Apologies for the late update, my math teacher hates me. Also this is so boring cuz like I have this urge to or kill someone off or make a juicy ass smut chapter but my man Ezra has barely said two sentences to Blair so that would be a little odd😪
Word count ➭ 1107