forbidden-lrh

04- A Band

Evelyn trudged downstairs and walked to the kitchen grumpily. She waited in front of the coffee pot with a mug in her hand as she sighed and leaned against the counter. 

The cool marble counter contrasted with her warm cheek. She sighed, trying not to fall asleep again.

To say she didn't get sleep was an understatement; she was awake essentially the whole night.

It started off when the boys came to their house to practice their instruments and possibly record a cover for their YouTube channel.

Well, Luke made it back when he was 15, but the others joined him quickly and they became a band.

Evelyn, of course, supported them. She loved her brother and truly cared about her friends. Even Luke, she thought, trying to contain her nausea from the idea.

But when they were banging drums, playing their guitars, and fooling around at 12am, there is no doubt that she was going to get annoyed.

She had walked down to the basement and opened the door, leaning against the door and crossing her arms. The sight was nothing short of chaos.

Ashton was on the floor with his feet in the air as Luke inexpertly bashed the drums. Michael and Calum were wrestling on the couch for the last Cheeto bag. The back and forth tugging ended in the whole bag exploding everywhere.

Evelyn coughed to draw the attention of the boys. When they didn't respond, she knocked on the doors loudly.

All of them at once stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her.

"Can you boys stop making this much noise? It's 12 and Dad's exhausted."

Luke rolled his eyes and threw a drumstick at her. Of course, he didn't throw it hard and made sure that if it did hit her it wouldn't be that too painful. Sure he hated her, but he'd never physically hurt her.

Evelyn caught the drumstick and pointed it at him with a glare, "Try that again and I'll end you."

Both of them were tense, angry at the other, but neither made the first move to start another fight.

Ashton spoke, cutting the tension, "Got it Eve; we're done anyway." She nodded and began to walk away back to her room.

She caught a glimpse of her father asleep on the couch, snoring with the TV still on.

A bittersweet smile expanded on her face as she covered her dad, taking off his reading glasses and turning the TV off. She gently put the remote down and closed the door behind her so no one would enter the living room to bother him.

Her father was everything she could ask for. He was kind, sweet, but most of all understanding. He was pretty willing to do as Michael and Evelyn asked, within reason of course.

Their dad was just too tired to play a big part in their life right now; he needed to solve his problems with his recent ex-wife before he could be of any use to his children.

Evelyn understood. It can't be easy having your wife divorce you.

She made her way to her room and sat on a small stool in front of her left wall, looking at the paint she had already put on and smiled; she grabbed her paintbrush and began to paint random swirls mindlessly.

Evelyn didn't have a reason today; she didn't need one. She was happy for the first time in a while and wanted to express her happiness.

After a while, she began to think of her boyfriend. Evelyn reached for the black; she began making harsh strokes on the wall, different from the rest of her wall. She picked up the red and splashed some on top.