Pic of Sean above
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"You have two options Sean. You can either go to a juvenile detention home or you can go to Tokyo to live with your father." The case worker said. I knew what he was gonna say before he even said it. And of course me being the best big sister ever I interrupted him before he could say anything.
"Can you give us a couple minutes to talk about his options?" I asked. Even though I knew I wasn't going to let him choose what he wanted.
"Of course." The case worker said before she got up and left. Leaving us alone in the interrogation room.
"What are you doing I already know what I'm gonna do?" Sean says.
"You're gonna pick the juvenile detention home aren't you?" He nods his head yes. "You do know that if you go there no one will be able to visit you right? You won't be able to do anything that you want to do. You'll have to do what they tell you to do." I don't give him a chance to say anything before I continue. "If you go live with dad you only have to live under the same roof until you're 18. That's in like 2 and a half months. Plus you'll have more freedom to do what you want as long as you don't get in trouble."
"Okay you've made your point. I guess I'll go live with dad in Tokyo." Sean says with a sigh, but I could tell he wasn't happy about it.
"Okay good I'll go get the case worker." I said as I left the room with a smirk on my face knowing that I got my way once again.
*2 DAYS LATER*
Sean just got on the plane to Tokyo and it took everything in me not to cry because I knew he wouldn't get on the plane if I started crying. He didn't even ask where our mother was because we both knew she's probably in some bar drunk off her ass again. That's all she's done since he left 8 years ago. I've basically raised Sean since he was 10 and I was 16. When I turned 18 I took custody of him from my mother because she was in no shape to take care of him the right way.
I didn't want to send him to Tokyo, but at the same time I didn't want him to go to a juvenile detention home. I wanted him to be able to have some sort of freedom even if that meant sending him thousands of miles away.
The drive home went by way to quick. I don't even remember most of the drive. My mind was somewhere else. Entering our house and looking around the memories of us moving in and the food fight we had the second night here were all coming back to me. Other memories like the time the cops brought him home because he was street racing. That was only like 2 weeks after he started his new school. I remember how mad he was because I grounded him for a week because of it. How he said that it was unbelievable that I grounded him for doing the same thing I use to do. Looking back now I should have expected him to do something like that again, but I of course thought he would have learned his lesson from the last time. Boy was I wrong though.
Plopping down on my couch it really hit me how much today really wore me out. Saying goodbye to my brother was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I could feel my eyes starting to close when my phone started to ring. I groan and start to dig in my pocket for my phone. Without even looking at the caller ID I answered the phone. "What." I snapped. I tend to get grumpy when I'm tired.
"Well hello to you to Essa." I heard the familiar voice of my bestfriend Ivy.
"What do you want Ivy. I was just getting ready to go to sleep." I grumble into the speaker.
I could hear her laugh before she said " I know you don't really race anymore, but there's this huge race tomorrow and..."
Before she could even finish what she was saying I interrupted her. "Ivy, no. I don't race anymore and you know that. Plus what kind of sister would I be if I go and do the same thing Sean got sent away for."
"I know but I just thought that maybe..." she trailed off, but I knew what she was gonna say.
"No, Ivy. Now goodnight I'll talk to you later." After that I hung up the phone, not even waiting for a reply.
Finally I could go to sleep. I was too tired to go to my room so I just curled up on the couch. Within a matter of minutes I could feel the drowsiness dragging me under.
