Reviving Faith

Chapter 2

So here are a couple of facts about my sister:

 

Her name was Destiny but people call her Dezzy for short.

 

(I know what you’re thinking. My Mum has a weird thing with names. Hope. Faith. Destiny. You can see the theme going on…)

 

She’s really, really CRAZY. I know we have a lot of money, but she takes it all for granted. She spends like 700 quid a month buying, trashing clothes and way too much alcohol that is ILLEGAL for her age.

 

(But she looks so much older than 17, so she gets by)

Dezzy is probably the most irresponsible person EVER. She is smart and passed school easily, but stupidly she dropped out of school at 16 to get a job as a bartender at the local pub. Now she works in the mornings and parties all night. What  life for a 17 year old hey?!

 

Finally, I really love her and everything, because we were really close when we were young, (She is only a year and a half older than me, so we generally liked the same things.) but growing up we have become so different. It’s hard to get along sometimes. We still talk, and tell her all my problems but she is always partying, it is so hard to take her seriously.

‘WHAT THE HELL?!’ I yelled, over voices whooping and cheering.

 

‘Oh, hey scumbag! Thought you were at that hideous Lucy’s house tonight? Although I don’t know why you bother with her, we all know how ratty and annoying she is.’ Said Dezzy with a smirk on her face.

 

What? Did she just say that? Seriously, what was her problem?

 

‘You know I’m sitting RIGHT HERE!’ Cried Lucy, who was clearly upset by the comment. She stood up from the couch and had her arms crossed, with an expression of fury on her face.

 

I yanked Dezzy to the side, ignoring all the other drunk idiots.

 

‘I told you I was having a sleepover with Lucy tonight! Why did you have to come and ruin it?’

 

She stared at me, her face expressionless.

 

‘Sorry, what did you say?’ She asked confused.

 

‘ARRR! You are so annoying! You are not having a party here AGAIN! You know Mum would go mental! Remember the last time this happened?’ I shouted at her losing my patience.

 

The last time this happened… I don’t know where to start. Everything that could have gone wrong, basically went wrong. There were only about ten people to start with, but as the word got out, soon the whole neighbourhood seemed to be partying in our home.

 

Some guys basically smashed up Dezzy’s brand new Land Rover, and the huge chandelier that was Mum’s prize possesion of our home, in the entrance hall, (let me just say it was priceless) fell down and was completely wrecked and smashed to pieces. But that’s just a start to what seemed like a fun night in, but turned into a freakin’ NIGHTMARE!

 

‘Ahhhh! Come on! These guys are really cool trust me. They won’t touch anything… Apart from me, if you get what I mean.’ She winked, before whipping her hair behind her and in a swift movement turning away.

 

‘Right! I’m out of here.’ Lucy sighed, storming out of the living room, past the group of drunkies and upstairs to my bedroom.

 

‘Luc! Wait!’ I called after her.

 

I stopped in front of Dezzy, and stared at her long and hard. I felt sorry for her. For what she had turned into. She needed to be told what was right and wrong. I put my hands on my hips, and became the stern dramatic me.

 

‘You can’t carry on like this Dez. It’s not right. And trust me, if you don’t apologize to Lucy and start being a responsible older sister. You. Will. Pay.’ I ran half way up the stairs before someone interrupted.

 

‘Whoooo! Someone’s in trouble! Dezzy’s in trouble!’ Yelled one of the boys from the drunken crowd of morons.

 

‘You can’t tell me what to do! Stop acting like you’re Mum ‘cos you’re not her!’

 

‘I’m more a mother than our Mum has ever been!’ I yelled down the stairs. ‘You’re the oldest out of all of us! You’re meant to take care of us when Mum goes away. But you can’t, can you?! You’re an incapable, unreliable, jerk without an ounce of respect and responsibility within you! You are a terrible, terrible sister. I will hate you until the day you die.’ I lowered my voice trembling with fear.

 

 

The whole house went silent for a moment, and a shiver was sent down my spine. Anguish surged through my body, make my heartache with sorrow and regret.