Meet Abigail Richard, she has a great life. She's a straight A student, she has an awesome best friend, and a nice boyfriend, but what no one knows is that the perfection ends once she steps foot outside of school. She has an alcoholic older brother...
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'Skin and Bones' by Foo Fighters
'Some people are so used to chaos that they can't function in peace'
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I grunted as I tried to drag Casper from our front lawn and into our house. "I wanna go back out!" He growled and thrashed around, trying to get out of my grip. I was lucky he was drunk off his ass or he would have been too strong for me to hold. "You have to rest." I told him, knowing that if he had drank any more he might've gotten hurt.
The doctors had already warned me about the dangers of what yet another dose of alcohol poisoning could've done to him, and I wasn't willing to take that risk.
Well, technically they warned Jade, but I was the only one who actually payed attention to what they had to say.
"Don't be such a bitch, Abigail." Casper slurred, still trying to escape.
It hurt to hear him call me things like that, but throughout the years I managed to convince myself that it was the alcohol talking. Even though he wasn't always drunk when he said them.
We got through the door, no thanks to him, and I practically had to carry him up the stairs.
I laid him down on his bed and tucked him in, as if he were a child. I shouldn't have had to do this shit. He was 4 years older than I was for Christ's sake.
"It's your fault he left, you know." He mumbled. It sounded like he was having difficulties articulating his words correctly, probably due to the excessive amount of alcohol he had consumed while he was out who knows where, doing God knows what.
"That who left?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.
"Dad." He slurred. "He didn't want another kid. He left because of you."
It stung knowing your own brother blamed you for the loss of his father. If only I hadn't been born. Maybe my family could have been happy.
"I'm sorry he left, but that's in the past now. We gotta move on and let it go, and I need you to help me. I can't keep doing this shit. I'm sick and tired of taking care of you and Jade without you guys doing anything to help yourselves."
"Then leave! We don't love you anyway!!" He screamed, balling his hands into fists. I was used to this. The sudden mood swings, the drunken rage, the insults. I dealt with it on a day to day basis.
"I can't. You might not love me, but I love the both of you too much to let you destroy yourselves. Plus, I'm too young to be on my own." I explained, trying to make my voice as soothing as possible.
"I hate you! If it weren't for you he'd still be here. He'd still love me!" He yelled whilst sitting up and raising his fists slightly.
That action made my heart beat rise steadily and I backed away slowly. He had never hit me before that moment, but the idea frightened me. "Think before you act, Casper. You'll regret it in the morning if you hurt me." I said as I stretched my arms out in front of me and my palms facing him, trying to calm him down. All I could hear was my heart pounding against my chest.
