Maybe, One Day

“Aubrey, you know your dad didn’t mean to shout at you right? He loves you Aubrey. He wouldn’t do anything to you. He was just a bit fired up and I know it wasn’t your fault darling, okay?”

I sat there in the car with mum trying to calm me down from what had happened back at home. I really wish we weren’t on our way back home right now.  I don’t want to see dad. He was so angry at me and I hated when he was angry at me. Once he is angry, there is no going back. He needs at least a couple of hours to cool down and unfortunately, those hours hadn’t finished just yet. 

I know once we get home, mum and dad would go into their room and fight again. Mum always had my back. She always defended me and my brother when dad got angry whether it was our fault or not. As I sit there thinking about the future I am interrupted by mum yelling to me.

“AUBREY! GET DOWN! RIGHT NOW!” I turn to look at her, right beside her were two huge lights facing me.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” I didn’t know what to do as the lights got closer and closer. All I could do was scream.

“Bre, Bre, please wake up!” I open my eyes to find myself in my bed with my older brother Connor shaking me. I was layered in my own sweat. Argh! Gross!

“Bre, it was just a dream, it’s okay.” I quickly grabbed Connor into a hug. Connor doesn’t seem to be startled by my sudden action as this always seems to happen. For the last 6 years this dream has haunted me, having to relive the time when my mother was killed by a drink driver. I should be used to it by now, but I’m not.

Connor and I just sat there hugging until he finally breaks it and says he will sleep with me for the rest of the night but of course we don’t end up sleeping. After I have finished scrubbing the sweat off of me, we both laid there in my bed talking. For siblings, we were as close as it gets. Connor is 19, only a year older than me. He has short-ish brown hair, big muscles from all of the sport he plays which is the reason why all of the girls likes him. But the only bad thing is his grey eyes. His grey eyes are what the girls fall for. But to me, I know they are only grey from the things he has had to witness. They didn’t use to be so dull but they changed shortly after mum had died and the change of Jack’s attitude. I no longer call him ‘dad’ it just doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t act like one so why be called one right?

Once the sun had rose, we both decided it was best to get up now before Jack gets up to yell at them for stepping on carpet or something more ridiculous.

I put on a simple white t-shirt and black jeans and try to tame the long brown thing people call hair.

There is a knock at the door.

“Bre, Sarah’s here to take you to school.”

“Wait, are you not going to school?”

“Nah, Sam and I are going to prepare for the party tonight. See ya Bre. ” As he says this, he walks out of my room.

I grab my bag and get a quick glance of myself in the mirror.

“Good enough” I say before slipping out the front door trying not to make a sound.

“Aubrey, get that ass in this car right now. We’re late.” Sarah yells at me through her car window.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist”

“Wa wa wait, Sarah, is that a hickey on your throat?”

“HA! I’m surprised you know what they are darling. Every guy wants you but you won’t even let one guy touch you.” I roll my eyes and decide to drop the subject if I don’t she would keep talking about my non-existent relationship status.