Dysfunctional

Overwhelmed- Part 1

When i woke up the next morning, i didn't get up with the joyful anticipation i thought i would feel when the first day of summer vacation came around. I woke up with a feeling of dread, i was scared and i had every reason to be scared.

In all my excitement, i had forgotten that there was a dark cloud hovering over my sunny summer horizon. I had forgotten that there was a downside to being on summer vacation. I had forgotten about Toby.

The burning hatred i feel for my brother is not easy to describe. Being eighteen years old, extremely good looking and in good shape , many people have no reason to hate him on first glance. But no one knows the evil that hides behind his ocean-blue eyes( a trait shared by all the men in our house with the exception being Theo and Tony, their eyes are chocolate brown like mine).

Why do i hate my brother so bad? Why wouldn't i hate him so much after all he's done to me and Theo. I can't fathom why he acts the way he does towards us. I can't begin to tell you how worried i am that he'll mess up my summer. The fighting between us three is emotionally and sometimes physically tiring. I have friends and family to hang out with. I don't want more fighting.

I haven't even gotten off the bed yet and I'm already tired. I force myself to get off, groaning as i do so. I slowly zombie-walk my way to my en suite bathroom and look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I shake my head at my reflection, i am soo not a morning person. I look like a zombie. A shower and fifteen minutes later, i look in the mirror again. A smiling seventeen year old girl with bright chocolate-brown eyes and wavy brown almost black hair was smiling back at me. Much better, i like this Alex.

I left my room and locked the door behind me, keeping the key in my back pocket. I have to lock my door now, those thieving little monkeys could be anywhere. I jog down the stairs and head into the kitchen where i find my mom, Theo, Toby, Timmy and Tommy.

Mom was on the phone talking to someone while trying to keep the same phone she's talking into away from her twin sons, who are hell-bent on talking with whoever is on the phone with her.

"Mom! Gimme the phone, i wanna talk to him." said Tommy, jumping and trying to swipe the phone out of her hand. Timmy pushed his identical twin brother aside and started jumping and swiping too. "No, i wanna to talk to him, give me the phone Mom.

I turn to look at Theo and he's smiling affectionately at the two eight year olds. Toby on the other hand is acting uninterested and aloof so naturally everyone ignores him. I look away from the both of them and back at Mom and i see she's beginning to have a hard time keeping the twins under control so i step in. I grab Timmy around his waist and pull him away from Mom, then i do the same to Tommy. I hold the both of them by the collar of their shirts so they don't run back to her. They don't like being held like this so they squirm.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" asked Timmy. "Yeah, let us go." said Tommy. "Or we'll bite you." They chorused.

I roll my eyes, "Mom's trying to talk to someone. It could be the President that she's talking to. Do you realize you could get arrested for treason?" I said, knowing very well that they didn't know what treason meant.

"She's not talking to the President...we're eight not stupid Alex" said Tommy.

Crap. What happened to the time I'd tell them the sky was green and they'd take my word for it. They'd even argue with their teacher about it. Those days are gone I'm afraid.

"Ok. If she's not talking to the President, then who's she talking to?" i asked, trying to distract them so Mom could finish her call.

"Tyler and Tony." they said simply.

"What?!" I turned to Theo and he looked just as stunned as i was. I let go of the twins and grabbed the receiver from her hand. Not even waiting to see the shock on her face, i spoke into the mouthpiece immediately.