Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

2 ~ Thomas

"Enough!" My father shouts at my brother.  I mentally thank him, I didn't want Calum to laugh at me any longer.

Calum shoots me a hard glair ( which was quite scary) and flips me off before stomping upstairs, and into his room.

I lightly pat my cheeks, trying to get them to cool down.

My parent wordlessly shuffle into their bedroom. Being the nosy person I am, I follow, peaking through the crack The door.

"I just don't know what to do with him anymore, David!" My mother falls onto the bed, face down.

He sits down beside her and rubs her back soothingly. whispers something him her ear and she shakes her head, voice cracking.

My heart aches at the sound. Does Calum not get that he is hurting them? And even if he did, I bet he would not care about anyone but himself.

I quietly make it upstairs and to my own room, grabbing  a pair of pajamas and moving to the bathroom across from my room.

My and Calum have to share a bathroom, unfortunately. He always leaves it filthy and I end up cleaning after him.

I grimaced as I kick a pair of his boxers out of my way.  Before Striping out of my cloths, and setting my glasses on the counter. Hoping into the shower, I immediately relaxed.

Without my glasses, I can not see anything that is right I front of me, so I have everything in a perfect order. That way, I know where they are. It is rather annoying when Calum carelessly messes them up.

The hot water stings my back, and I roll my neck, cringing at the loud crack caused by the movement. Everything has been so stressful lately, it's being to take a toll on me.

I'm losing sleep. All my anxiety builds to the brink at night time, and I don't know how much time I have until it over flows.

The thought of sleep causes me to yawn while massaging shampoo into my scalp. My appetite is slowly diminishing also. I have been cutting back on my meals, all the stress makes my stomach turn.

A empty stomach, Sleep deprived teenager is not a good mix. I can not seem to focus on in school any longer. It is greatly frustrating. My parents breathing down my neck is not helpful either.

I duck my head under the water, washing out all the soap. My A's are turning into B's, which simply will not  do.

I turn the water off, and dry my hair with the towel, then wrapping it around my waist. I blink, setting my glasses on the bridge of my nose, so I could see my cloths clearly.

I change into a pair of grey sweat pants and a blue t-shirt.It is in usual of me to sleep with out a shirt. It is at most un-modest, And I don't particularly feel comfortable showing off that much of my body.

I am not over weight or any such, I just lack muscle. I feel as if I look more like a flimsy boy than a young adult.

I throw my dirty towel with the others and and step into my room. The fresh smell invites me.

There is never a speck of dirt in my room, or a thing out of place. Unless of course, Calum comes in. I do not go in his room much, but I know he is too lazy to clean it.

"What is this." I jump as my father burst into my room. He throws a piece of paper at me.

He towers over me, arms crossed over his chest. You can clearly tell were Calum got his intimating stance from.