My Achilles Heel

Chapter One: Bro's Before...Well, Ya Know *edited*

(Edited) Chapter One: Bro’s Before...Well, Ya Know

                I dropped my bags on the too green, grassy lawn, stretching out my stiff back from the hour long taxi drive. Tell me again why my parents couldn’t come pick me up? Oh yeah, they had to work late on the night their only daughter got home after practically three months away.

                Stupid doctors; saving lives and crap.

                So overrated.

                Well…I guess not really. I mean, I would like to live, thank you very much!

                The smelly cab driver gave me a look as he stood there awkwardly next to me. I squinted at him a moment until it clicked. Money. The idiot wanted money. I huffed out a sigh and dug out the money from my denim shorts pockets.

                “Here ya go, big boy. Have a nice day!” I slapped the money in his open hand then shooed him away. Picking my bags back up, I trudged to the peeling door, praying that it was unlocked for once. Struggling, I managed to use my only free hand to turn the brass knob and was relieved to find it open.

                Open for someone to just barge in and steal everything! Gosh! How dumb did my family really get these past three months?

 I dragged my bags inside the front entry way, breathing in the spicy smell of home that I missed.

                “Who’s goes there?” an animated voice came from the back of the house. I smiled and made my way down the hall and into the doorway of the family room. It was exactly how I remembered it. A large, flat screen TV against the far wall with an L couch facing it. A couple of bean bag chairs sat here and there, with a pool table in the far corner of the room.

                Two large bodies, one sitting on the floor and the other on the couch, faced the TV where a video game sat waiting on pause. All I was able to identify was the familiar blonde sitting on the floor. The blond turned his head around and spotted me, his bright blue eyes widening in surprise. The unknown person with spiked, chocolate brown hair still remained facing the game they had placed on paused.

                “Holy Whatchamacallit!! Reg? Is that really you?” Kason exclaimed, jumping to his feet to greet me.

“What’s up, butt-munch?” I smiled and welcomed in his hug.

“Same-old, same-told, foot-breath,” he laughed in my ear.

“Ha…funny. So, who’s your friend? I didn’t know you had any!” I pushed him away.

                “Yeah, that’s funny, Sis. Gee, you’ve changed a lot,” Kason rubbed the back of his neck.

“So have you bro. You’re actually taller than me. And look at that! No more acne!” I laughed, poking at his face. Kason batted my hand away in annoyance.

The clearing of a throat interrupted our reunion, causing me to jump. Startled, I turned around to face the source of the sound. When I made eye contact with the boy that once was on the couch, I just froze.

                Remember what I said about the weak spot? The one on the heel? Well, shoot…I just came face to face with the cause of all my weaknesses. The same boy who terrorized me throughout elementary school, middle school and high school.

Only, the thing is? He isn’t really much of a boy anymore.

                “Jason, you remember my sister Reagan? Right?” the oblivious Kason was humorous. “Reg, this is my good friend Jason,” he continued the introductions. I prayed to the Man above that this devil in disguise, the one who stood right in front of me, didn’t realize who I was.