The Creatures We Ride With

Pack Me Up And Ship Me Off In A Ribbon Wrapped Box

I was awoken by the all to familiar annoying ringing of my alarm. I slowly opened my sore, dull eyes and looked towards the rose gold iPhone I wanted to smash with one of those giant hammers you get at funfairs. But I didn't have one. So I pressed snooze, rolled over and pretended like nothing ever happened. I return to enjoying the peace and quite...that was until my loving yet overly affectionate mother barged into my room and hopped onto my bed with a clink. She paused before saying anything and pulled the bottom of the bed cover up. I suddenly heard her mutter under her breath,

"What the-. Lillian Faye." I could tell she was disgusted by the multiple bottles of vodka, wines and various mixing drinks scattered across my bed and floor. I knew I had to say something before she did. So I said the first thing that came to mind,

"Mum...if you don't mind...could you maybe, I don't know...do one?" I groaned,

"I mean, I could...but then who would tell you off for all this mess?" She said playfully.
"I couldn't possibly put someone else through the traumatic experience of not getting through to you." She gave a soft playful laugh and proceeded to snuggle into me before there was another presence in the room.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" I was all to familiar with yet an another annoying sound. My little brother, Sonny. He was a cute, terror filled 4 year old and yet he still managed to steal everyones hearts. He ran into my room in his dinosaur onesie he never dared to change out of and jumped up next to my mum followed by our mutt, Paul. Paul...fucking Paul. Wherever Sonny was, Paul was never far behind. They were truly inseparable.

"Oh deary me! You nearly frightened me and Lil to death!" My mum said whilst pulling Sonny into a tight hug before rubbing noses with him. That was our thing with our mum. She had always done it, ever since I was born. It was kind of 'our' thing, until Sonny was born. After he popped out, my mum started doing it with him. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous at first, but as annoying as he was, he was too adorable to stay mad at.

"Yeah, really scary. Now please fuck off." I sighed and pulled the covers over my head, which lead to bottles clinking and rolling off the bed onto pizza boxes catching them like a safety net. Sonny gasped,

"Mummy! She just the fuck off word!" He widened his big, blue eyes looking back and forth at my mum and I.

"Sonny! Lily!" She snapped covering his ears as fast as possible before continuing her sentence,

"How many times!" She gently whispered,

"Don't swear in front of him. He copies everything you say and do. When you go to America wha-"

"Exactly mum!" I snapped whilst plucking myself up and staring furiously at her,

"When I go to America. When I'm gone and out of the way, Sonny will be the perfect little boy! Now can I please just go to fucking sleep PLEASE!" Everything fell silent. My mum looked at me with a sad, slightly lost look and then to Sonny, her hands still cupped gently over his ears.

"Okay, hunny." She leaned over and kissed me on both cheeks before tapping Sonny on the bottom and leaving with him and Paul. I sighed and plunked myself back and picked up my phone.

"29 Messages"
"43 missed calls"
"198 Instagram notifications"

I quickly unlocked my phone to see why my Instagram was popular...and there it was. Me, half naked, hanging over a tall bricked wall that surrounded the house I was at on the night. Pictures of me, flashing my bra along with other girls I didn't even know. People I didn't even know tagging me in photos.

'What the fuck happened last night?' I thought to myself, yet again. Just in that very moment my phone began to ring.
"Olli"
I took a deep breath in and answered,