My Name Is Talise Knowels, This Is My Story.

Chapter 3: Getting close & an overprotective brother

Chapter 3:

Getting close & an overprotective Brother

Charlie walked me home, and insisted to stay with me until Remy got back.

“Charlie you really don’t have to-“I began but he was having none of it.

“Look, I promised Dodge I would look after you, so I’m staying until he gets back ok? Plus, we have a lot to catch up on! I haven’t spoken to you properly in about 4 years!” he laughed, but I could sense the pain in his voice. We had been best friends before he joined Dodges group, but when he did join, work had called him away a lot of the time, so he could not play with me anymore.

He started up the campfire as I got dressed into another set of clothes, so I could wash the other ones tomorrow. He promised me he would not look, and believed him, as far as I could tell, Charlie was the only one who didn’t seem to be sweet on me at the minuet. We sat around the fire reminiscing of the good times we had once shared. Swapping words of Spanish every now and again. Charlie’s mother had been a Latina like me, so he had been brought up with words of Spanish. Charlie’s mother also had taught me my Spanish vocabulary.

I yawned and stretched my arms. Charlie looked at me like a big brother would a little sister, full of caring and protectiveness.

“Come on,niña, let’s get you to bed.” he said as he helped me into my blankets.

“I’m not little!” I protested sleepily but got into bed anyway. “You won’t go, will you?”

Charlie chuckled softly.

“No, I’ll stay until your shadow comes back, Te prometo”

And with his promise, I fell asleep.

I had a dream that night, a weird horrid dream. I dreamt that I was running down an alley, hurtling headlong towards a dark lump in the middle of the passage. I was just meters from the dark lump when I slipped on something and fell on the cobbles, I looked up from the cobbles and saw what I had slipped on. Blood, I was in a massive puddle of blood. I began to scream but that’s when I woke up, my heart was hammering and I was gasping for air sweat pouring down my face. It took at least five minutes to calm myself down and see where I was. I was on my step, on my alley.

Safe.

Out of the serene silence of the morning came a rather sordid grunt. I looked down; it was Remy under a bundle of blankets. So he had come back then, when I was asleep. The slow repetition of his breathing was almost soothing as I sat there looking at him. He looked so peaceful, laid there. I wanted to know what he was dreaming about; for he had a slight smile on his face, probably thinking of some lass he met last night I thought. My eyes trailed to his lips. They looked redder than usual, stealthily as not to wake him I reached out my hand to touch his lips, I gently ran my finger across them and then looked at it; he had lipstick on! Smudged lipstick from a girl he kissed last night, I silently betted to myself.

 Suddenly a thought reached my mind, if he had drank that much last night, surely he couldn’t have kept it all down? None of the lads that I knew could. They were normally chugging all over the place after that much ale. I stood bolt upright and looked around, and sure enough there it was. A pile nauseating repulsive vomit. The stench reached my nose, I had to put a hand over my mouth to stop me from adding to it. How dare he! He can’t come back here to MY home and start chugging all his stomach contents up! I dead eyed him. I no longer wanted to hear his slow breathing, I wanted to hear his apology as he cleared up this mess. I sat on his stomach, grabbed his shoulders and shook him like a rag doll.

“Wake up you pathetic excuse for worm food!” I growled as I shook him even harder.

Remy’s eyes flew open. “Wha-“ he exclaimed at his rude awakening.