Effortless

Five

I unlocked my front door, grateful to finally be home. All I could think about was how I needed a shower and sleep. However, my gratefulness was overshadowed by annoyance the moment I saw my siblings chilling on the couch without a care in the goddamn world.

I walked in front of both of them so that they could see the anger on my face. "What the hell?"

Emerson continued typing on her phone and pretending like I was not fuming in front of her. Easton was spread out across the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"Don't ignore me." I gritted my teeth.

Emerson stopped texting on her phone to glance at me. "What crawled up your ass and died?"

Honestly, I shouldn't have been surprised by their lack of a reaction. They did shitty things to me often and then acted as if I was being unreasonable for being upset.

"Why would you tell me that you were coming back and then not come back?" I asked. "That was unnecessarily mean."

Neither of them responded. I sighed heavily, fighting back the tears that I felt creeping up. Now was not the time to cry. It was the time to give Easton and Emerson a piece of my mind. It was the time to let the know how I felt.

"Easton, are you even listening?" I yelled, my fists clenched tight by my side.

"You know he's not." Emerson mumbled.

I quickly realized what she meant. I then groaned as I threw my hands over my face in frustration. "Why are you always high?"

Easton finally opened his eyes, barely. He looked at me, and when he did, my irritation grew. His eyes were red and barely even open. He clearly hadn't been listening at all, he probably just realized I was there.

"Instead of picking your brother up from school you two decided smoking was the better option. I almost had to walk the whole way home." I yelled.

"I haven't smoked." Emerson stated, her voice uncaring.

Easton scoffed. "I don't need a lecture from an alcoholic."

That felt like a slap in the face. It wasn't true, I was not an alcoholic. I just drank at night which harmed me in no way. It helped me sleep at night. Neither Emerson nor Easton had ever mentioned my night drinking, so I had assumed they were unaware. I guess I was wrong.

"I'm not an alcoholic you fucking prick." I seethed.

"Yeah." Emerson laughed, apparently this conversation was funny. "And I am the smartest person in our school."

Easton laughed with his twin sister. They both were completely unbothered by my anger. It pissed me off more.

"You're both idiots." I insulted as I dug my fingernails into my arm, trying my hardest to fight the tears.

Emerson put her hand out and touched her thumb to the rest of her fingers continuously to make her hand look like a mouth opening and closing. She was mocking me, basically saying that I was talking too much. She was obviously done with the conversation.

That was when I heard the bathroom door creak open. I whipped my head around to see who was there and I immediately was startled when I saw who it was.

Standing there with his long auburn hair and tattooed arms was Benji Crowler. Benji Crowler was my brother's best friend and my sister's boyfriend.

Who I may or may not had had a tiny baby itsy bitsy crush on.

"Uh, hey Elias." Benji said with a small smile. He walked over to the couch and sat in between Emerson and Easton. Benji was used to the fights that my siblings and I had, but that never made it less awkward to be present during them.