The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Cleaning(9)

"GET OUT!" I basically reversed screamed as I oh so pleasantly awoke.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" I yelled angrily as I marched my way down the old metal stairs, into the office and right in front of the screaming boys' door.

Bang... bang...

I slam my fist on the door, if this dumb fuck thinks he's going to get away with this, well boy oh boy does he got another fucking thing coming.

"GO AWAY GOD DAMN IT" he screamed on the other side of the door.
Thud...thud...thud I turned my head to see Jake walking out his room, curious I turn to him.

"What's wrong with Grey?"
"Hell if I would know"
"Aren't you supposed to be the big brother who he confides in and shit?"
"Well, apparently not today" I walked over to jake and leaned in, my shoulder leaning on the side of his arm.
"Well... then I'll have to see if I can summon my inner Italian mother," I said as rubbed my hands together, then swinging one of my palms back, giving Jake a five star.

"Ow! That hurt you bitch!"
"Yeah get over it" I said as I walked away into the office, walking back up the cold stairs and into my room. Searching around, I managed to find an old pocket knife and a few bobby pins. I've never picked locked a door, so let's hope I don't get a bobby pin jammed into the lock. Damn, that'd suck wouldn't it? I thought as I walked down the cold stairs, my feet becoming that weird kind of numb you get when you walk on cold floors. My whole body just kind of shivered at the fact of having to walk on cold stairs. Damn if I didn't sound like a spoiled brat then, then I surely must sound like one now. First world problems, am I right? With a little bit of worry flurrying through me, I walked over to the door and leaned myself softly against it.
"Grey, just let me in, please... I only want to help you." I said slowly, this is kind of scaring me.

"Why the fuck won't listen to me? JUST LEAVE!" He stated as he, I assumed, punched the door.

"Well, I hope you have clothes on, cause I'm coming in!" I took the pocket knife and put the end of the blade into the lock and twisted it slowly, hoping he didn't notice that I'm unlocking the door. I look over at Jake and wave him over, putting my pointer finger up to my lips. Silently telling him to 'keep his fucking mouth shut or he's going to be receiving a disgusting hand to the face.'

'When I try to open the door, you push it open" I mouthed to Jake as I gently twisted the handle, then bam, I swung my achy body into the door, hoping it just burst open. But to my dismay, the door only opened a little, then went to slam shut but was caught Jake before it could close. It's kind of sad how easily he sent Grey to the ground in a heap of human. I looked at him, seems so off, his face has streaks of red running down his tan face. I hadn't seen Grey cry like this since the time he broke his leg skateboarding. He must've been about 10 at the time, that actually wasn't that long ago.

"Hey, hey, why are you crying ya big baby?" I questioned as I squatted myself next to him, Jake looked at him with curiosity. I could tell by the look on his face he wasn't thinking anything too kindly of Grey's state of mind. That really pisses me off, the way his eyes seem to crunch in an awkward form of disgust, all the way down to his posture. Just standing there with his arms folded, looking quite unaffected by Grey crying. It's kind of sad how lack of caring he is. I may be an asshole to my brothers, but I'll always be there if they need me.

"Get the fuck out." He said as he stood up, somehow managing to look like he had some dignity left.

"Look just tell me what's wrong, and then I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day if you want," I said as if I was his mother trying to consult him.

"I said" he grabbed me by the back of the shirt tugging me out the room.

"Stay the FUCK out of my ROOM!" He screamed as he brought his foot down on my leg while slamming the door shut.