Love Is Never Fair

A TERRIBLE MISTAKE

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my freaking god!!!" my brother screamed from the tiny bathroom we shared upstairs. "WHO USED MY CLEAR NAIL POLISH?!?!" preferably I would not want to share a bathroom with my gay brother, but our family has fallen on hard times. After Dad lost his job at the bank, Mom had to pick up an extra job at the supermarket across town in the ghetto. it is really creepy because she does not get off her first job at JC Penneys, as a janitor, until 10 pm. Then she has to waste an hour coming home, taking a shower,and putting on her clerk uniform, and trucking it all the way across town to make it on time.

"Anna Marie!" he yelled as he stepped into the livingroom which shrank as he filled the doorway . My bro may be gay, but he is one fine looking guy. He has bronze skin as a result of working at the lifeguard stand all summer. His shaggy black hair that usually hung over his face covering his expressions it was now cut and layered landing right above his ears. Now you can see his green eyes that have flecks of hazel in them framed by long thick black lashes. He had a little bow shaped mouth that got bigger when he smiled at me. He hasn't done it all lately. His mouth and attitude have been fixed in a permanent scowl lately which didn't go well with his pretty face.

"Anna Marie, Did you use some of my nail polish?!?" I shifted so my hands were underneath my legs and said "no" . He narrowed his eyes, " Let me see your hands!" I lifted my hands up in surrender and laughed at the expression on his face. "they're are lime green with violet glitter! NOT CLEAR!" " green with purple glitter ? he said astonished, " Will you do mine?" I looked at him in fake shock ," ME?!? do YOUR nails?!?" I fluttered my hands and squealed like an idiot "OMG!!! Princess Luke wants me lowly Anna Marie to do his precious nails!!!" He glared at me , '" Why do you have to be a little a-hole?!?" "WHAT?!!!? I AM AN A-HOLE?!!? "yep" he replied all jerkish like. "wtf is wrong with you?!?" i say angrily clenching my fists ready to pop him one. " What is wrong with YOU?!?" He shoots back arrogantly. Luke gets up, huffs angrily , and stalks out of the room. " WHAT THE FREAKING HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU LUCAS MATTHEW JAMES STEVENSON?!?" I scream to the ceiling. I roll my eyes and sigh, "Whatever...Luke can just shove it where the sun don't shine for all I care." HONK! HONK! HOOOOONNNKKK!!!!!! I stand up and walk to the window and look out. it is Georgia. I grab my purse and coat off the hook in the hallway and yell to the ceiling" LUKE IM LEAVING" I run out the door and don't look back. around ten pm when I'm at Leanna's party ,my phone buzzes. i check it and see its just Luke , so i just ignore it. ten minutes later it buzzes again. and again. and again. and again. I pick it up and turn it off. im trying to have fun ya know? so i do this one little thing and go back to having a good time. around 1 am the party winds down and everyone leaves. I stay to help Leanna clean up the trainwreck left behind from our glorious classmates. we get finished around two thirty am. Georgia drops me off at my house at three thirty am. as i walk into the house there is dead silence which is very weird because usually luke is watching tv in the livingroom. hmph, maybe he went to Marcuisa's house I mutter. I walk into the kitchen and stop. I put my hands on the doorjamb to steady myself as I start screaming......and then everything goes black............

I wake to my mom leaning over me , her face filled with motherly worry. "wha-what happened?" I whisper. " where am I?". my mother looks at me and then looks away at my dad who is standing in the doorway of the room. he nods as she looks at him. " Tell her Danice." he coughs, "tell her what happened." my mother turned back to me with tears in her eyes as she spoke. "your-your brother...he...he tried to commit suicide" my head was pounding and my ears were ringing as I tried to comprehend what she was trying to tell me. "Luke..Luke is dead?" i whisper as my lips tremble. "no" replies my mother as tears run out of her red eyes and down her swollen cheeks." I thank the lord he isn't" we came home and found him...and you...on the floor in a puddle of blood." she turns away as her voice breaks. ' we thought both of u were dead, until the emts came to the house"