a dance of uncertainty

chapter 1 'the dance'

The wind is blowing outside, it's mid autumn and it's a colder night than usual. I'm sitting in my small 6-6 feet bedroom. My 2 side bed is located in the middle of the room, as I'm reading a book I see my white curtains swing heavily from the wind outside. A chilly breeze sweeps through the room, it makes me shiver down my spine. It's pretty peaceful until I jump by a loud noise. Goosebumps jump out of my skin, my book flies on my bed and my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. I thought it was some monster outside that was ready to tear my heart out, but then it's when I realise it's the sound from music blasting trough boxes. I let a groan out and push my green soft blanket of my lap. My bare feet reach the cold ground, I bend and push my hand underneath my bed until I touch the leather of my shoes. I hook my point and middle finger into my shoes and pull them out. I push my feet into my grey shoes and get up. My father and stepmother are out of town. My parents divorced when I was twelve, that was 4 years ago. Now my father named William is dating a woman with the name Meagan hayes...to say the least I hate her. We do not have a great bound and her daughter and me are even worse. Kara she's named, she's arrogant and to spoiled. Either way she's just a year younger than me, but she's acting like she's 25. My father always says we have to try and be nice, but he had stopped saying that as he noticed it never helped. Now, when my parents divorced It was a hard time. My mother named harper, was single for a while until she married Isiah robinson. He's a cop, wich in that time I found very cool. I could hear his stories and his experience. Now it's not really interesting anymore, but he's still a great guy. Better than Meagan or kara. Isiah has a son to, named malik. He's a year older than me, he's a nice guy. He's sweet, does gymnast as sport, so he's always happy when he's home and stuff. A really kind boy in the contrary to zade. Okay, I wont' lie, zade isn't the worst. But sometimes he can be very, but like very rude. The divorce toke place when he was 14, so of course he didn't take it well. Zade went on with his life, but never got over the fact that everything had changed. He became a popular kid who went on parties and stayed out late. Some days he didn't even come home at all. it was very frustrating for my mother as she was a single mother raising 2 teenagers part time, diffinly the days zade didn't came home at all. she was always so worried. My father a bit less, all he wanted to know from zade was where he was and than he could go wherever he wanted. Lucky for my parents I wasn't like him at all. I went out a few times around the age of 14, but never much. I'm not so popular like zade, I have a few close friends, but that it is. I also am not an arrogant kid like him, I'm sweet and respectfull...until someone makes me mad ofcourse, the short temper I got from my father...

Well now that dad and Meagan are out of town, zade throws this stupid party. He never asked for my permission, not that It would count in his eyes as I'm just the younger sister. But let's be grateful he tolled me about it, that's the least he could do.

I walk to my mirror and fix my hair before taking a breath reaching for the door handle. I didn't knew what I was going to see, but it won't be normal at all.

I pushed the handle down, the door creaked open. Loud music pushed me in the face, if I was a wall It would've eaten me alive. I squeezed my eyes as my ears already hurted, and I wasn't even downstairs yet. I opened them and breathed out a breath, I didn't even knew I was holding. I closed my door and locked it to be sure no drunken teenagers had sex on my bed. The stairs were directly on my right and I walked downstairs. I walk past some teenagers hooking up and I have to press myself against the wall to hope I don't intervene their kissing. As I finally reach the main floor it's even more crowded. Teenagers are hanging around each other, on each other even underneath each other. Drinks are spilled everywhere, cups are thrown around, laughter everywhere. People are falling, jumping, dancing, screaming...to much for my brain. But I push myself trough it as I'm not even gonna get close my eyes one second with those strangers in my house. As I enter the kitchen I see cups all stranded on the kitchen island. Teenagers are throwing a ping pole ball inside it after it bounces on the table and as it falls in a drink, I see an older guy swallow it in less than a second. My eyes glanse around the kitchen and than I spot my brother. He's holding a cup, drinking whatever is inside it without any problems. I would lie if I thought it wasn't alcohol. I walk to him, open the fridge next to him, grab a cola out of it and push myself onto the kitchen counter. My back reaches the wall and I reach a cabinet open to get some hidden cups out. I fill it with cola and look around until I see zade walking towards me. His hair is messier than normal, his closets half unbuttoned. At least his zipper is closed, good job zade.