I kissed my brother, and I liked it

Superman Punches

It's been three months since I've seen my mother. I turned 6 last week. Jacob says it's going to be okay. He's there beside me. He's teaching me division. He's making me read Cinderella. He's carrying me on his shoulders and running through the park. But Jacob's little shoulders aren't broad enough. His arms, which hold on to my legs that are wrapped around his neck, aren't strong enough. The view isn't high enough, because he isn't tall enough.

It isn't enough. I reach my tiny palm above my head, but I can't touch the beautiful blue sky if I'm so far away from it. "Where's dad?", I ask him and he says nothing, just stares at me. "Where's mom?", I ask and he says nothing.

Then everything turns red. There's a cat on the ceiling shitting bird poop and a dog in our house, nibbling at the grass beneath my feet. It hiccups. Suddenly, the front door of our old house flies open dramatically and my mom stumbles inside. Even after so long, she still has her short blonde-ish hair. Still has those mesmerising blue eyes. But she looks so... different. She has a bottle of wine in one hand and a knife in the other. Her stomach looks... abnormal. A little blown up. "Mom?", Jacob says, extending his arm in front of me for protection.

Then mom slits her belly apart with the knife and screams really loud like a madwoman. So loud that my ears start ringing and I feel lightheaded. Blood flies everywhere. It splashes on my red dress. It stains Jacob's red t-shirt. Then a little newborn baby lands in my arms. She has a body similar to mine and has big blue eyes, hidden under the curtain of her thick black hair. She looks at me and smiles. I kiss her. "Mia", I say.

Then the dog starts barking. "STOP!", I tell it, but the little bastard won't shut it's trap. "I SAID STOP IT!", I yell. It won't stop. It bites me. I scream in immemse pain as thick red blood floods through the fresh wound in my leg. I fall down and "It hurts!", I sob. It bites me again. I scream and scream and scream and scream until my eyes snap open.

"CATHY? ARE YOU OK?"
"CATHRYN?"

I touch my wet forehead and it aches with an unbearable pain. "Ouch."

"I think she was having a nightmare", I hear Jasmine say and for some reason, it really pisses me off.
"No shit Sherlock", I spit at her.

"Hey! At least don't be so rude about it. You puked like a hundred thousand gallons of green slimy stuff on my roof." She cringes visibly, then scowls. "Who the fuck's gonna clean that? And you're lying in my older brother's bed right now, courtesy Travis, who begged me not to let you sleep on the couch outside with tens of other knocked out and drunk idiots." She raises her arms in the sky. "THIS ROOM IS OFF LIMITS!"

The way she puts so much effort and pressure on every single word makes me giggle.

"DON'T SHOW ME THOSE UGLY ASS TEETH!", she scolds and throws a blanket on my face. I catch it and bury my face in it. "That's my brother's", she says quietly. At first I think, why the fuck does that matter? But then I imagine all the things her brother might be doing late at night under the protection of this lone blanket. I gag and throw it away.

"Hey."

I snap my head towards Travis who's sitting on a blue bean bag next to the bed I'm lying on. The way his eyes start to stretch and bulge and grow out to the sizes of round saucepans, is a sure sign that the anger and hatred I feel inside me, is plastered on my face.

"Fuck!", I whisper to myself. If here's here, sitting beside me, taking care of me and shit, then something must've happened last night, and I need to know what.

What did I do now?

"It's 4:30am right now", Jasmine starts, "we were all sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden you started crying and sobbing like a baby and then screamed on the top of your lungs like a physco or some shit. Travis and I fell off the bed."

I nod absentmindedly. "Uh... do you have some painkillers or any medicine-" Jasmine yawns and points at the bedside table. I pick up the pill and place it in my mouth. Then I pick up the glass and start swallowing the cold water down my parched throat. When I do so, my mind starts to clear up. The fog is lifted from my vision and I slowly repeat what she just said to me inside my head.

I stop.

I spit out the water that was halfway down my throat, in the form of tiny shower sprays on both their faces. "WHAT!?" I wipe my face.

"What what?"
"JASMINE? What the hell were you doing lying in the same bed as HIM?" I point an accusing index finger at Travis.

She immediately turns beet red. She looks so cute and so vulnerable that I almost get up and squish her cheeks. Almost.

"No no. We weren't in bed alone and-and doing anything. It wasn't as you-you make it sound like." She blushes even more and I feel jealous.

I don't blush. Not even a bit. Huh!

I nod slowly whilst glaring at her and start sipping on the water again.

"We both were lying beside you. On either sides."

I spit an entire mouthful of water on her face. Again. "WHAT!?"

She wipes her face with the back of her hand. "Will you stop doing that, please? Thank you."

I turn to Travis and splash the remaining contents of the glass on his face. He raises his hands to protect his butt-face, but fails. I frown at him. "Idiot."

A beaming wide smile spreads across Jasmine's face and I hear her quickly say, "And he was stroking your cheeks."

I gasp so loud that my mouth hurts from being opened so fully. Unbelievable. Mark my words when I say that Mr.Travis Jocks, the son of Mr and Mrs.Jocks is dead. Dead meat.

"And he was kissing all over your face", she says this even quicker, and even quieter.

I all but gape at Travis. His lips start to twitch at the corners in an attempt to form his signature, pursed lips smile. I wanna hit him so bad. My hands itch to land on his face and do indescribable things.

No. No it's not what you think. This isn't Logan. Get yourself together guys.

"Just give me one more damn reason", I warn him and bring out my fists infront of my face.

"Aanndd... in your sleep, you murmured and whispered Travis's name atleast a dozen times." Jasmine says this so low and so quick that I strain to hear her and then take a while to make out what she's saying.

When I do, I loose it.

It'd be an understatement to say that my eyes were bulging out of their sockets, because they literally were. I could feel my head throbbing with all the blood instantly rushing there in an attempt to make my brain work and come up with some kind of creative comeback to throw Travis offguard and get rid of that goofy wide smile now spreading on his face. He looks like a fucking joker.

Why? Why Lord? Why me? Why did I have to whisper my ex's name in my sleep? That too, while he slept right next to me, stroking and kissing me. It must've fed his shitty ginormous ego real well.

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath.

Travis says, "Uh- Calm down Cath-"

"Sssshhh."

Deep breaths... deep breaths​, just like that-

"TRAAAAVISSSSS! YOU FUCKING ASSHOOOOLE!" I scream on the top of my lungs before leaping in the air, spreading my arms wide beside me like a bird. As planned, I land on top of Travis and start landing my infamous superman punches all over his face while he laughs his ugly ass off.
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