Out-Brake

Chapter 1: Meet The Adams

Cecilia's POV

What a lovely Sunday morning. Peace and quiet.

That's unusual considering my dad's car service is just downstairs. Usually it's pretty noisy but I'm used to it by now. I did grow up here and this is probably one of the most noisiest places on earth. No joke. 

I learned to appreciate all the peaceful and quiet moments of my life, like now. Moments like these are almost non-existent to me.

Just as I was about to give into sleep all over again in the comfort of my warm, soft bed...

"SHIT!"

Ladies and gentlemen, meet my big brother Caleb Adams. His favourite colour is blue, his favourite animal is a dog and his favourite past time is scaring the crap out of me. Even though he didn't plan this it's always in the back of his mind. He has a long history of being a prankster, both at home and at school. According to dad, Caleb got this from mom. Dad said she was the biggest prankster he has ever met.

Several metal tools hitting the ground snapped me out of my thoughts.

Typical Caleb.

I forgot to mention that although he is an amazing prankster, he is also extremely clumbsy at times. This trait, he got from dad. 

Well, I can't go back to sleep now after my mini heart attack so I might as well get up and do something productive today.

I climb out of my warm bed to have my feet greet the cold wooden floor of my bedroom. I have a theory that if the first thing you do in the morning is step on something cold, it wakes you up. Which is why I have refused to get a carpet or a rug of some sort in my room every since I came up with this theory in my junior year of high school. Dad may say otherwise, but I'm going to stick with my theory. 

I make my way into my bathroom, which is connected to my room and take a shower and brush my teeth. Then I get dressed in the first clothes I see which are ripped blue skinny jeans, grey Guns N Roses shirt and my black combat boots. I'm not going to bother with make-up. From experience, I know that I will end up smudging it when I work on a car.

I throw my medium length midnight blue hair up in a messy ponytail while I hop down the stairs. I walk down the hallway and into the kitchen to find Caleb looking through the cabinets, holding a tissue to his pinkie finger while wincing.

"What happened to you?" I ask him as I sit on a stool beside the counter.

"I was carrying a box of tools and somehow I got a paper cut from the box so I dropped it." he pouted.

I stare at him then burst out laughing while holding my stomach. Is he really 25 years old?

"Hey! Stop laughing! It stings!" he pouts again.

"Okay, sorry I'm done laughing. What are you looking for?"

"The damn plasters because my finger wouldn't stop bleeding" he mutters under his breathe.

"They're upstairs in my bathroom, left cabinet, top shelf." I told him as I grab an apple from the fruit basket.

"Thanks." and with that he disappears upstairs to aid his finger, still pouting.

I smile shaking my head as dad walks into the kitchen talking on the phone and looking really serious. It must be business stuff. I know when dad has that serious face on it's either about business or Caleb is about to get in trouble. Although Caleb is a grown man, he still acts like a teenager sometimes. He still lives with us but I have seen him looking for an apartment, I don't think he has had any luck so far.