Book 2 to The Summer of Love & Heartbreak. Go read that first.
She survived the night- or did she? She wakes up a changed person after she couldn't save Billy. How will she keep going on? Move on without him?
Her pain is like the wind; uncontrollab...
Waking up Sunday I realized I made a mistake. My head is spinning, and I barely make it to the bathroom in time before I puke up everything. The cold sweats, body shakes and now a pounding head ache.
Steve runs in, knocking me over in the process and puking his guts up too.
After he's done- he leans his back on the wall and looks at me and then starts laughing.
"We drank way too much last night." Now he's rolling on the ground.
"Are you still drunk?" I ask, wrapping my towel around my shoulders trying to get some heat in.
He shakes his head, "No. It's just funny. I didn't think I'd ever get drunk with my little sister." He pokes my cheek and I slap his hand away and he pouts.
"I'm never doing that again." I gag, feeling like I'm going to puke a second time but it settles down quickly. "Did you pick up the mess outside be-"
We both hear the front door open. Mom's high heels on the wood floors, and Dad's heavy footsteps following Mom into the kitchen. We hear whispers, and Dad's roaring laughter as we hear the back door slide open. A high pitch squeal from Mom, followed by her saying something to Dad then walking up the stairs. Her heels getting louder.
"Here we go." Steve sighs, and leans his head on the wall and closing his eyes, just waiting for Mom to come yell at us.
She first goes into my room, then opens the bathroom door. Her green eyes scan the room, then look down to see her two kids sharing one toilet while puking. She shakes her head with a chuckle, "Derrick their up here." She yells and we hear Dad's footsteps come up the stairs, the round the corner. He looks from me, then to Steve.
"Looks like you two had one hell of a night." Our Dad chuckles, and places his hand on Mom's lower back. "I expected this from Steve but not from Brooklyn."
Steve pops one eye open, "It was a stressful day." he tries waving our Dad off.. Which makes me already protesting body tense up. Dad would have my head if I did that.
Dad comes into the bathroom, looks at Steve before he turns and back hands me across the cheek. Hard and swift. I was so out of it- I didn't even see it coming until my head snapped to the side. "You talk to me like that again, I'm taking it out on her." I touch my searing cheek, and already feel the tears starting to fall and I think I bit my tongue. I taste the copper.
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Steve sits up, and glares at our Dad. Debating on picking that fight, but backs down. "I'm sorry." Steve looks to me, and his eyes are wide.
Dad looks back to me, "Anything you want to say?"
"I- I'm sorry." I grit, holding my face. Mom looks so shocked, like she hasn't taken a breath since. There's nothing I can do in this situation. I can't use my powers, it'll be too noticeable. So I just have to take the brunt of Dad's anger. Like usual.
