You Make The Pain Fade Away

Chapter Nineteen

John's POV

I groaned at the babble of a baby crying. Boys were screaming down the hall of upstairs. I don't require an alarm clock to wake me up. That right there is my common wake up call.

I sat up on my bed, rubbing the sleepiness off my eyes. I hoisted up, stretching a little, before doing my typical workout. Fifty sets of push-ups and fifty sets of lifts.

I gripped on a towel and positioned it on my shoulder. I rambled up the stairs barefooted. I unbolted the door, rotating to gaze to my left where the kitchen was. Mom was busy feeding my baby brother. I unrelenting went to the right, where my five and eight year old brothers were viewing cartoons in the living room. They paid little courtesy to me, because their entire focus was concentrated on the TV.

I climbed a set of stairs that leads to the second floor. And just as I reached the last steps, my sixteen year old sister froze in her doorway. We both silently glanced at the bathroom down the hall.

"What happened to your towel?" she frowned. I inspected it and initiated it spotless. I should've acknowledged that it was casual trick, because she was already running down the hall. I quickly chased after her, but it was unblemished that victory was hers. She slammed the door on my face, almost hitting me.

"Sally, c'mon open the door. Ya know I got work," I whined, leaning on the sealed door.

"Ladies are first," she alleged as I heard the water running.

"Are ya serious right now?"

"Yep."

"Open the freaking door!" I commanded, turning the door knob, but I was unsuccessful. No reply. I could perceive the rumbling of her washing her teeth.

"Sally," I bugged impatiently.

"Could ya wait a minute!" she yelled from the other side of the door. I groaned and decided to bother my other sister. I strode the opposite side of the hall and I knocked on her door.

"What?" she said and I entered.

"Housekeeping," I said stridently, disregarding the fact that she didn't give me authorization to come in. I tramped straight towards her window. I drew the curtains permitting the sun shine through.

"What the hell! Close it, John!" she screamed, hiding under her green covers. I laughed, amused.

"Ya get up and close em'. I ain’t ya maid," I said sarcastically. She groaned, bursting out of her bed and storming towards me. She grasped my arm and with all her potency, she tried to tug me out of her room.

Oh boy, isn't it fun bothering ya sisters in the morning?

"What happened to ya head?" I fake gasped, narrowing my eyes on her head.

"What? What is it?" she said worriedly, scrambling to her mirror. I laughed as Sally sauntered in.

"Is there something in my hair?" Hannah demanded. Sally rolled her eyes.

"There's nothing in ya hair, Hannah," Sally answered, annoyed. Hannah opened her mouth to yell at me, but I swift out of their room in a heartbeat. I jogged to the empty bathroom, finally claiming it for myself.

I took a cold shower and washed my teeth purely. I wrapped a towel around my waist and absconded back to my room. I quickly changed into a plain white t-shirt and jeans.

I hassled back upstairs, advancing to the kitchen.

"Here," mom said, tendering me my baby brother, William.

"What I do with him?" I asked. She sent me an irritated look, flipping the egg she had on the stove. My little bro clung on my shoulders. He had the softest hands ever.