I started cooking and mopping the floors when Max saw me, I looked at him, he looked at me.
"why the hell are you staring at me for?" he said in a deep raspy drunk voice, I'm sure he was still waisted since last night. But didn't seem like he knew about it.
"nothing! Just making soup for you!" I pant in a small voice, hoping Max wouldn't criticise me.
"who cares! Whatever! Hurry up with your gay soup and and feed me you pleasent!!!!!!!
"ok." I say and finish it up....
Max went upstairs in his junky room again. But I should not say that because I heard him yell "BLAKE!!!!"
"what?" I say, concentrating on my soup process. He probably wanted the toilet cleaned out or to sync my music into his phone to blow out my eardrums.
"what the hell is this?" he says, holding the note from Harry. "oh crap! I left the note halfway between the bed!" I said in my thoughts.
But my words remained silent, a tear rolled down my eye when he said to leave, I couldn't believe it! He was my brother! Why could he!
I left with no consent, I knew he meant it.........
(Hey it's your awesome author Rebecca here! Cousin of hannah, but still, she didn't know what to write about so she handed me the I pod. If you don't like me don't worry, there will be more hannah than me from now on... If you do like me please follow me on wattpad, my user is roxexoneOtwo. (no period). I write a story about my life!!!! Thx y'all!!!!!!
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