Passionate Drop

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Present

01.01.2023

It was a little after three in the afternoon, I was staring at the ceiling in my room, laying on my back in bed. I haven't left my room since fireworks. The playlist on my phone was still going, a bit quieter. 

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I didn't say anything. My stepbrother, Ian, came inside, closing the door behind him. His blonde hair was messy, he was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt with a dark red logo on it. His dark eyes scanned my face. I was only wearing an oversize t-shirt and underwear so I quickly pulled a blanket on my body.

-What is it, Ian?-I ask quietly, still laying on my back.

-Ma's making spaghetti-his low, male voice was heard. Goosebumps instantly covered my skin. I didn't like low voices. Male low voices. It reminded me of someone so much. I hated it.

I sighed loudly, sitting up. I looked at him.

-I'm not hungry. Don't talk about food right now, goddammit Ian. I feel like throwing up-my voice was stained. 

-You have to eat something, Ria. You haven't eaten since yesterday evening-his voice was serious and a bit irritated.

-Ian, go away-I replied with the same exact seriousness. He scoffed, looked at me one more time and left, closing the door behind him.

I sighed loudly, laying back down. I turned the music up a bit, staring at the ceiling. 

Ian. Ian May was my stepbrother for about eighteen years now. When my father died, my mother fell into deep depression and addict. One night she went to a pub to party, met a guy with a son, Ian. The guy abandoned the son once he married my ma. my ma divorced the guy and adopted Ian. Because of Ian, she went to a rehab center and now no longer is addicted to alcohol.

Ian's my little brother. I was four when he was two. I love him, we care for eachother and would die for each other. 

He's my little brother, but now, after I got my heart broken three years ago, he acts like my big one. 

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Three years earlier

26.12.2020

I sat in the back seat, whilst my mother sat in the driver's, driving us home. I had a cast on my arm, because my wrist happened to be broken. My hair was slicked back in two braids that my ma made. My face was all red, tears still falling from time to time.

My ma explained to me, that the lady, I woke up next to, was her college friend, Sarah Hyjagh. She so happened to be driving past the woods to her home, from work, when she saw me, laying unconscious on the side of the road. 

I was relived that someone drove past there, because I would've died sooner or later. Goosebumps covered my skin at the thought.

We've arrived at our small one story home. As soon as my mother parked in the driveway, I got out and headed to the back yard. Like, always my bedroom window was slightly open, so I opened it wider and slid inside. 

I didn't want to see Ian right now, thats why I got inside through my window. 

He would probably grin and ask how my date went. He would start teasing me about romantic things. He would... be worried when he would see my cast. He would-

I hissed in pain, flinching, when I instantly banged my head on the opened cabinet door just as I got into my bedroom. The one hundredth helpless sob came out of my mouth, a bit quieter this time for Ian to not hear.

I really cared about his opinion.

I threw myself on my small bed, breaking something under it. I cried and shut my eyes hard, crying even louder.

I laid there twenty four hours straight.