Ivy - Jenna Ortega

9

"I didn't fucking take it!" Harley yelled back, storming through the small house on the way to front door.

"Well it was here last night and now it's gone. You're the only one fucking stupid enough to take it."

She scoffed, "think whatever you want, but you probably spent it and got to blacked out to remember." Harley said while struggling with the old lock on the door that always seemed to jam.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"To Layla's."

"No, you're gonna stay and tell me what you did with it!" At this point her anger had  fully taken ahold of her and she threw the glass bottle in her hands at her daughter.

Before the dream could continue Harley was lightly shaken awake, "hey hey, it's okay."

The singers eyes adjusted to the bright rays of light shining through her curtains. Seeing her older sister seated next to her immediately caused her breathing to slightly steady.

Briella took Harley's hand in hers running her thumb up and down her knuckles patiently waiting for her younger sister to speak.

After a few minutes the younger girl spoke, "why are you here so early?"

Brie looked at her slightly concerned, "Lucas legal guardian needs to come to his counselors meeting today, you know that."

"Right sorry, I just blanked."

Brie took the blanket in her hands softly wiping the small sheet of sweat off of Harley's forehead. "No worries, your PR meeting isn't for another few hours though. Maybe try to go back to sleep, I can stay until you do."

"No thanks, I um, think I wanna work out or surf maybe, I don't know." Anyone with eyes could see Harley was still slightly dazed.

Brie nodded her head, "okay, I'll go make coffee. I Love you."

"Love you too," the singer said back.

Getting out of bed, she decided she did wanna surf as a way to clear her head. Heading to her closet she put on a green swim suit and slipped on a pair of jean shorts.

Walking down stairs she could already hear her loud ass brother talking from the kitchen.

"Morning." Harley said, making a b-line for the coffee maker.

Luca took in his sisters appearance groaning, "dude no fair, the waves are supposed to be awesome this morning."

"Tough luck, you can go after school." She shot back, swiping a piece of bacon from his plate and taking a seat at the counter.

"This is so dumb, the meetings for college, which I'm not even going to."

"You literally made a deal with Harley. As long as you get into at least one college she'll help you open a surf shop, quite your complaining." Brie spoke up from behind the stove.

"You're lucky you hit the lottery with getting me as a sister, cause you'd be slaving away in college next year." She paused, "or in jail."

Brie snickered at those words. "Hah hah" Luca said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"So how was work last night, you were like in charge, right?" The boy asked his oldest sister.

"Not exactly, I mean the head chef went out of town and left me to fill in. But it went amazingly, except for this one old rich guy, he came in like thirty minutes before closing and said he was just ordering drinks, but then ordered a bunch of food and had the gal to complain."