Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 36

I wake up the next morning to an ear-splitting squeal.

It takes me a few seconds to wake myself up completely, and Ryan stirs underneath me.

There's another squeal/scream/gasp thing, along with my name being said in a harsh tone, and I crane my head, eyes half-lidded, to see my fourteen year old cousin, Amber standing at the end of my bed, eyes wide with shock and disgust as she looks between me and Ryan, naked on my bed, to the used condom lying on the floor.

"Brendon!" she says again, at such a loud pitch that it actually murders my eardrums a bit.

Then I realize... "Shit!" I curse under my breath, face burning red as I quickly yank the blanket up past my exposed ass all the way to my chin. "Amber! Fuck! What are you doing in here?!" I demand, voice squeaking in embarrassment.

Ryan's eyes flutter open, and he yawns, looking up at my beet red face before turning to look over at my cousin, still standing there like she's just seen the devil.

"Brendon!" she cries once again, and yes, I get it. Her eyes drift down to the condom, and she's seriously like, two seconds from fainting. "Is th-that... is that what I think it is?" And eff, this girl is supposed to be fourteen, not eight.

"Amber..." I start, attempting to hush her as my eyes dart towards the open door. Just, oh my god, seriously, this is so not happening right now.

"I'm telling your mom!" she threatens, dashing towards the door.

"She already knows," I shoot back, and Ryan's still lying beside me, silent, like, shitshitshitshitshit. I feel somewhere about the same.

She stops, completely dead, and her eyes grow even larger. "WHAT?!" she demands, and really, I didn't know it was possible for someone's voice to get so high. I flinch. "You mean... Auntie knows you two... do that," she starts, disgusted, and she even throughs in a shudder for effect, "and she doesn't care? She doesn't care that it's a sin and you're going straight to hell?!"

I blink at her, resisting the urge to chuck my twenty-five pound lamp at her stupid head. She's always been a little brat. "No, she doesn't. Now, can you please leave my room?"

"B-But - " she splutters.

"What's going on guys?" My mom asks, entering the room behind a white-faced Amber. Then, to make the whole situation even better, my dad comes squeezing in behind my mom, and of course, the first thing his eyes land on is the condom.

God, remind me to never listen to Ryan again.

I don't really wait to see any of their reactions (especially my dads, cause I'm sure I have a pretty good idea) before pulling the covers all the way over mine and Ryan's head. "Oh my god, get out! All of you!" I cry, absolutely mortified.

"Brendon said you don't care about... this!" Amber's whiney voice cries to my mother, and just seriously, the words sex, Amber, stop acting three and use it.

There's complete silence and I just want to die. The thought barely crosses my mind that on the Brightside, at least it was only Amber and my parents, and not like, my ninety-three year old grandmother to walk in and see it, but then that thoughts stopped short as my grandma's voice comes from somewhere by my door. "Oh! There you are, Grace!"

I groan, out loud, and why am I not dead?

"Okay, everyone out of Brendon's room!" My mom instantly says, shoving everyone out of my room and into the hall. "The boys are trying to sleep," she lies.

"Auntie - " Amber protests, but the door shuts with a loud snap.

Ryan and I are absolutely silent, covers still pulled over our heads. I'm pretty sure I'm never going to leave. I'm going to stay here, under the covers, for the rest of my poor, pathetic life.