The Baneflower

Chapter 3

Morley
I heard the door open around 2am in the morning. In my neighborhood, some idiot decided to break all the streetlights, so basically we were stuck in complete darkness at this hour. I was sleeping on my jacket and there were stickynotes that were put on me, probably when I was sleeping. It listed pretty much every cuss word I could ever think of. People hate me that much.
I woke up because of the sound of more chaos, something must've happened. The door was actually open, the lock was now broken. I ran into my house, my eyes tired as hell. The streets were cold and musty. I hear the sound of desperate people, which is of course, the obvious.
"He left the house, my baby, my son, the oldest." Mama said in tears, kneeling to the ground and she lost her mind. I see broken plates and everything was just a blur.
"Shit. It's Kody." I spat, running away from the scene and going into my room. My lock was broken and I hated people walking in on me. I closed the door, trying to think. I look outside the broken window and I see a guy running off. Kody.
Then someone bursts into my room.
"Morley. Morley!!" Giselle ran into my room with blood smeared on her face. I look at her hazel eyes and saw pain and fear.
"He'll come back. He just has problems. It'll be normal once again." I lied to my little sister. She shook her head in anger.
"It won't. I hate Kody! He can go to hell! He's a bastard!-" Giselle tried to fight her tears, wiping them away every second. It was as if rivers were flowing out of her eyes. I cringed because a girl that was only seven already knew reality. She didn't have to know. She's too young.
Giselle told me he vowed to never come back to this house again. I barely listen to her.
The night was lonely and for the first time, I couldn't handle all this shit.
Now school seemed like less of a hell, because home was worse for now; but I was alone in both places.
Why me?
So to distract the pain, I simply walked past my mother and Giselle, and waited for them to sleep.
I creeped in the kitchen and past the hall, going to my dad's room where he used to stay. The room was empty and eerie. The smell of old drugs still lingered.
I open the closet where all the wine and booze was stored.
"Just one time." I whispered to myself, grabbing one bottle. It could be fatal if I drink too much, or maybe it'll damage me a little. Maybe I'll be drunk soon, which I'm currently aiming for.
I opened it with ease because Kody always made me open it for him. So did my father. I don't know where he is now, because the whole family kicked him out of the house. It was my grandma's house anyway.
It tastes, okay. It tastes like insanity, it tastes like reality.
Cherry red wine, with a higher dose of alchohol. I drink it more.
The bottle will probably become empty by tommorow.