Michael Cliffords Rebel Sister

3: honey I'm home

April

I get home holding a bottle of beer as I stumble through the door. All the lights are out and I suddenly trip over something hard and big. As I fall I start to sober up a bit and groan in pain.

I push myself up and flick the light on. I turn around and see a big black suit case. What the actual fuck? 

I ignore the previous incident and walk to my room and pass out on my bed.

************************************morning
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I wake up with a pounding head ache and a half drunk beer bottle lying on my bedroom floor. I groan whilst pushing myself off the bed and walk to the kitchen.

"Mum" I yell. "Where are the pain killers" no awnser. Great. I go back upstairs to take a shower and change for the day.

I take off my top and catch my eye on the tall mirror in my room. Ugh why am I so fat. I think while pinching my stomach. I sigh and walk into the bathroom and shower.

I walk out and change into some black skinny jeans, an all time low tank and my black jacket

. I cover my scared wrist with braclets and do my make up.

I plop downstairs and see my mum talking to someone. I have no idea who but they mentioned my name. So I listen cause hey I wanna know what I'm involved in.

"She isn't doing well at all. I just don't know how to controll her anymore. She just comes home drunk all the time and sometimes she doesn't come home at all." My mum says. A swarm of guilt washes over me and I run up to my room. I grab the only thing that had never lied to me and drag it across my wrist. Silent tears fall down my face and land on my jeans. But sometimes being quiet can scream a thousand words.

I clean my self up and put a band aid over the cut but under a braclet. I walk down stairs and peek around the corner. I instantly freeze at the sight of my brother. The brother who lied to me, the one who forgot me, the one who only pretended to care about me. Was standing in my living room.

Michael was home.

I grab my bag a packet of cigarettes and leg it out the door. I run to my only safe place. The tree house. I climb all the way up and sit there smoking a joint while tears slip down my cheeks.

MIKEYS POV

I just got back home in Sydney for a month break before we start touring again. When I got home only mum was there she told me April went out again. I know what I did to her was wrong but I just was too busey.

Anyway I went to sleep because I was so jet lagged. In the morning mum was almost in tears telling me how April has been. She says April never comes out of her room unless she is going out or if she needs pain killers for a hangover. She hardly eats and doesn't care about school she just skips.

As we were talking April runs past us and out the door. I quickly grab my jacket and follow her. We end up in the woods near the old Tree House.  I hide be hind another tree and watch as April climbs on top of the tree house and takes a drag of smoke from her cigarette.

April's POV

"You know smoking kills" somebody shouts. I look down and see michael.     "Not like you'd care" I say.

"Please April, I don't want you to die. Please drop the joint" he says. "Well maybe I want to" I mutter but he hears.

He looks at the ground and I see tears brim his eyes. "Just go home michael. You don't care and you never did." I say and jump Down from the tree. As I walk past he grabs my arm "Hey I always cared" he says to me sternly. I just laugh sarcasticly and rip my arm from his grip. Then walk off.