MARIELLE

CHAPTER 1 : CRAZY SISTER - PT 1

MARIELLE'S POV

I've always wondered what it feel to be away from everybody, just surrounded with the sound of flowing river and the chirping of birds... It sounds so serene and peaceful...

Yet, here I am standing in my spiral staircase, watching as group of mindless teenagers, with no aim or purpose, sing and dance along to the music playing in the background.

Wait...

Remind me why I didn't follow my parents to Germany again??

Because of my freaking brother, I have to watch his ass, when I say brother I mean elder brother of course.
You thought younger brother? I'd kick his ass everyday.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen, while avoiding these drunkards calling themselves teenagers or semi adults. Whatever. I scoffed as I poured myself a glass of water, the cold water somehow calmed my nerves. I was angry at my brother, because our parents are away, he decided to throw a stupid party, which I'm going to snitch on him later.

My elder brother is everything I hate, he's too noisy, so extroverted, outgoing and stupid, oh and he parties alot, and changes girls like he changes his boxers. Which made me loose interest in relationships.

"Ha, I hate my life "
Thud
I drop the cup back to the cupboard.

"Hey dear" a voice pulled me out from my thoughts.

I turned to face a guy with blonde hair, which I know is dyed, because the base of his hair is still dark.
I scrunched my nose, with disgust in my eyes, guy reeks of alcohol.

"Get away from me drunkard" I said dropping the cup and heading for the door, when I felt a hand hold my wrist. I turned to the guy, this time glaring at him.

"Let go"

" Feisty, I like it" he flashes me his set of brownish teeth.

Jeez, I can't even unsee that, it's so disgusting, oh my god, I felt nauseous immediately, my stomach churning.

I tried to force my wrist out from his grip, but bro was strong which was getting me annoyed.

I stopped trying, and calmly assess the kitchen.

"Tired already?" The blonde hair guy asked with a smirk which absolutely did not suit his face.

"Tired? I'm just starting" Confusion swept across his face, and in the moment he was trying to understand what I said, I picked up a flower vase worth a million dollars.

"Let go of her?" A calm yet demanding voice came through.
The guy instantly released me when he turns to see the owner of the voice. He then turns to look at me, seeing a vase in my hands mid air, fear gripped him, I could sense relief when he walks towards the door. He probably thought I was going to murder him, which is absolutely right.

I cleared my throat and dropped the vase.

"What are you doing here?" The person asked.

I forgot to mention that my brother has a best friend, well, birds of same specie fly together, right? Romy Milo Diaz . Whom I disliked as how much as I did with my brother, Marron, yeah, Marron and Marielle, blame my parents.

I rolled my eyes at his question "Do I need permission to come to my kitchen?" I questioned back.

I wanted to exist the kitchen, I hate being in the same space as this guy.

Well, it's only normal. Last year, I asked him and he instantly turned me down, like, I still hold a grudge from that time. Especially after some hours I asked him out, he started dating Regina, you know the typical hot, blonde girl.