"I don't care whether she was lonely or not, you just don't sleep with a girl you just met at your friends' house", Rubia yelled.
"I don't care, she's hot" David yelled back even louder.
He ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door behind him. All I can hear is him screaming for two minutes and then there was complete silence. I started walking to his room quietly. I slightly opened the door so he wouldn't see me. Once I saw what he was doing, I covered my mouth and ran back to my room. My mom was crying downstairs because she hates yelling at my brother.
I curled up in the corner of my room balling my eyes out. No, he can't be doing this, HE JUST CANT, I kept on thinking to myself. After a few minutes, I got up and started walking to the bathroom, which was luckily right next to my room. When I looked into the mirror, my eyes were all red and I looked like a big mess.
I took off my white tank top, sweatpants, my underwear and went into the shower.
I took a long shower while listening to music, so I can try to calm down. Sadly it didn't work. I was still very stressed out. About an hour ago I saw my brother doing drugs! I don't know if my parents know or if any of his friends knew. Well someone has to know because he has to be getting them from someone.
I go back to his room and I see that his door is wide open. The first thing I notice was his phone in his bed. It was an IPhone 6s gold. We're a somewhat rich family and I don't like that at all. People use you and you don't know who your real friends are most of the time. I looked around to make sure he wasn't anywhere near. I started walking towards the phone. I grabbed it and started heading for my room. When I turn the corner to go to my room me and my brother bump into each other. I quickly put my hand behind my back.
"Watch it dumbass" he said.
"I-I'm sorry."
He moved his shaggy, dark brown, hair out of his eyes. He takes a good look at me.
"What do you have there" he asked while grabbing my hand.
"WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE MY PHONE."
I look at him speechless. He looks at me with pure anger.
"GIVE ME A FUCKING ANSWER."
I still look at him and this time I can feel my eyes getting watery.
"I-I saw you sm-smoking weed and I wa-was just worried."
I stuttered so much, but I couldn't help it. I honestly didn't know how to talk to him about this.
"You better listen to what I'm about to tell you butt head. I don't want you telling mom or dad better yet anybody what you just saw" he said in a soft voice that sharpened with each word.
I nod my head and run to my room and onto my bed. I cry and cry and cry and cry till I can't see anything. Everything is so blurry. I rub my eyes until Im able to see the objects in my room. I look at my clock. 11:15! I've been crying for two hours. Holy shit! I didn't know I could cry for that long. I go to the bathroom and wash my face.
I look in the mirror. My nose and eyes were red. I dry my face and go back to my room. I look back at my clock and decide to go to sleep. I laid in my bed for like 30 minutes until I feel my eyelids closing.
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Thanks for reading my new book and I'll try to update every few days but lately I've been getting a lot of homework.
