The One You're Holding

" This is WAR!"

DING

DING 

DING 

I slowly fell off the bed wrapped in my blanket like a burrito. I didn't move from the floor instead I closed my eyes gently drowning out the sound of my alarm. 

I honestly was too tired today to go to school and the constant dreams I have been having since recently haven't helped my case. At this moment the alarm clock was more like a lullaby and I was the baby slowly drifting off to sleep with each annoying loud " Ding".

" Novy? Honey please get up, family meeting down stairs" My dad said barging into my room with a questionable look on his face as to why I was on the floor wrapped like a burrito.

I growled at the floor only to be greeted by my dad unwrapping me.

" Why have a family meeting on a Monday?" I asked, reaching out to grab my father's hand.

" First, child, it Isn't a Monday and second because mom wants one and we all know a Happy wife is a ha-"

" happy house, yea, yea I know" I said cutting him off and letting him take the lead down stairs. 

I walked down stairs with a drowsy stance. My body felt as if I had weights on and with every step it got heavier. I finally made it to the last step were I leaned my head on the wall looking at my mom with a death glare.

" Don't give me that look, now come sit down." My mom said point to the leaving room's rocking chair.

I sighted dramatically and made my way to the chair were I saw Z. He was currently rocking a new face filled with a dead expression. I looked at him wondering as to why he came back so quickly. Then I realized that the family meeting had to be about him. That's when my face changed from " questioning" to " little shit"

Zeryan looked up at me and threw a pillow at my face making sure to hit me. Luckily I dodged it before it had a chance.

" I didn't wanna come back, they found me and dragged me back, so don't look at me like that, ugly" Z said folding his arms and putting his feet on the coffee table. My mom quickly moved his feet off of the table, only to receive a look from Z.

" Druggy.." I said to Zeryan.

He seriously wants to call me ugly and crap after I cover for him every single day?! this ungrateful child need to get his head out of his a-

" There will be no false labeling you two! Zeryan is not a druggy and you are not ugly. Geez, are you guys five?" My dad said to us a little bit louder than I wanted to hear.

Well, you are right about one part but Zeryan is a druggy...

" What is this all about?" I asked rocking back and forth.

Both parents cleared their throats while sharing a look that said " You go first". My mom must I have lost the battle because she huffed and took a deep breath before saying,

" I want to say sorry for what happened earlier and-"

" Why are you saying sorry to us? You should be saying it to your two eldest" Z said once again interrupting.

" Zeryan, Your mother is trying to apologize,so, please be respectful for crying out loud!" My father said growing impatient with Zeryan's attitude, as was I.

" What! She is trying to apologize as if it fixes it? Like what the hell, ser-"

" Omg SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled, cutting off Z.

The room was silent and Zeryan looked shocked but had expression that was most likely labeling me as a "traitor" on his face. My parents just sat there looking at me as I if I  lost my mind. I looked up at our living room mirror and saw that my appearance didn't help my case. I looked like I escaped from an asylum. Bags were under my eyes and my hair was all over my head along with my sleep shirt falling off my shoulder. after seeing my appearance I slowed my breathing and took a deep breath before saying.