The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

chapter 19

Pulling into the driveway, the house had taken on a darker feel, something that's more of a loss freedom than a home. My eyes shifted to dads hand as he pulled out the keys, time seeming to slow down and my body becoming overbearingly heavy. Is this a dream? I thought almost aloud as I watched myself walk out of the car. Nothing seems real, they're talking but I cant hear them. Their smiles so distant yet so close, I myself am so distant. With a heavy dredge weighing on my mind I walked into the house. The morning light seeped into the house as if to say its pure, but I know damn well its just a cruel joke on my part. How could they do this? How could Grey and Jake just fucking watch as I become a prisoner of our damn parents. Fuck! I screamed as internally flipped a table and broke more shit than I can fathom. God damn this is frustrating. Aren't they supposed to be my family? Who does this to family?
"May." my head jutted up as I met dads vehement eyes glowering down at me.
"yeah"
"grab your bag, and lets go" I stared at him in confusion, oh school. Standing up I walked off to my room. The house seems so quiet with them back, although the boys may make the house a shits sty at least there's people. At least something to keep the house alive
walking into my room I shuffled around for my bag, but in the midst of the raid, something became very fucking apparent. The pillow covered in blood. With a shaky a hand I put my hand onto the back of my head. Feeling a patch of hair missing I gasped, my breath catching on a log in my throat.
"oh fuck me." How much pain meds am I on? I cant even fucking feel the thing pulling my hand out of my hair I walked into the bathroom, My hair is washed. Who the hell washed my hair I scrunched my face at the mirror and walked out of my bathroom and back into my room. Glancing at the door I noticed my bag, seeping over with cans of spray paint. Walking over, I simply tipped the bag upside down letting the cans fall and roll out. With them a feeling of uneasiness and curiosity. I slowly stood up, my hair awkwardly falling in front one half of my face.
"well time to face my doom" I sarcastically said I grinned, trying to lull myself out of my depression funk. Chugging down the staris I noticed jake, a weird bubbling resentment seemed to bubble in my stomach at the sight of him. My own twin, watching me writhe while he goes on to do whatever the hell he wants. Its not fair.
"lets go" I nodded and followed after him. He talks to me like I'm a stranger... Am I not though?
The car ride to school was quite and dull, no one daring to say a word. You'd think since we're twins we'd be buddies, but nope. Quite opposite actually, we just came to that mutual understanding a long time ago. Getting out of the car i sighed and walked into the school, for once we're here early, its kind of nice, but still really fucking boring. No one does shit around here besides fuck and talk about what celebrity they saw walking on the sidewalk. It's quite unfortunate that both my dumbass brothers are famous. It has nothing to do with me, but its fucking exhausting listening to grey this and Jake that. Like Jesus Christ some these girls are the literal definition of thot. god damn y'all need some thot patrol around here. Call him big dick Larry i thought as a image of a really hot guy wearing a sheriff's outfit walks throughout the hallway smacking the ass of anyone whose thot levels are too high. Letting a loud guffaw erupt from my mouth i leaned against my locker.
"I wonder why i even stand here, it's not like i have anyone to talk too" i mumbled as i thought of Kels, Ryder, and Mikey.
Pulling out my phone i messaged the group chat, instantly they replied. Turns out Kelsey is somehow dating Ryder, no clue how, well actually. I thought back to when i was in WV and Kelsey would always shoot him this look of 'I'm gonna get you in your sleep.' She's so funny, I wish I was there to see it. Grabbing my books out my locker I walked into a block and sat down. It seemed like no time before class had started and I was off in la la la land thinking of hot guys walking around in tight briefs, nice... I thought.
"-new student, please introduce yourself" the words new student caught my attention as I quickly jerked my head up, a familar face making its presence.
"I'm Amanda Nguyen" I looked at her my eyes confused and my eyes slightly wide. Who knew she was still in school I looked at the girl who could've easily passed as an adult. Watching with a mouth mildly agape I watched as she walked passed me, a smirk gracing her small face as she ran a delicate hand over my hair. "Didn't know you went to school here" she said in a low, quiet voice. "Well would ya look at that" I listened as she let out a low 'mhm' in reply.
Class seemed to go by faster than I could manage and before I knew it I was at lunch, then home. Walking into the house i underhanded my bag into the kitchen, I, walking in after.
"Alright grab your shit"
"What?" I turned around to meet Jakes moody green eyes that match my own.
"Mom told me to keep you in your room, so let's go"
"You're actually going to listen to that crazy bitch?!" I protested as he grabbed my arm, dragging me through the kitchen.
"Oh will you just shut the fuck up for once?"
"How about you stop being a cunt and treat me like an actual fucking human being!" I screamed as he started to drag me upstairs.
"This is a violation to my goddamned constitutional rights you little shit!" I continued to scream as started to punch and slap him, only recieving a low groan in reply.
"Grey?!" I screamd
"Stay in your room twerp or I'll beat the shit out of you!" He yelled as he dragged me past his door. Tossing me into the office he shut the door, after hearing a *click* I figured he locked it. In a panic and last hope of desperation I ran over to the door and shimmed it, the new lock system becoming apparent. I can't even pick lock it. Giving up I walked into my room and angrily shut the door.
"Son of bitch! who the fuck does he think he is?!" I yelled to no one as I reached for my phone, only to realize that it's in my bag, which is downstairs.
"Fuck me!" I yelled as flopped onto the bed, my body slowly sinking into the white sheets.
Turning on the lights i looked around my room, its a mess, clothes liter the floor and the only thing clean is the bed which had been made and given a clean and not bloody comforter. Walking over to my desk i opened my laptop and started to play music, if theyre not gonna let me leave my room i might as well be the loudest damn thing to ever walk the earth. Going back to cleaning, I picked up more shit. Picking up a white shirt I noticed a funky smell, looking under I noticed a pipe and a bag of weed. Oh thank god
"Well looks like my night just got more interesting" i smirked as grabbed the stuff from the floor and walked back to my desk.
Sparking the bowl I breathed in, my lungs quickly objecting their new guest. It wasn't long till I was feeling it and boy is it nice, looking up I turned the tv on, connecting YouTube to it. Playing some Sublime I walked over to my and flopped down onto my back, somehow the tiredness that had long simmered in my body took over and it with it the days.
....
I looked over at Amanda her hair falling striaght on her, her mouth blubbering away at something I couldn't care to listen to.
"Bitch WHERES your mans" I looked over at her with a confused look on my face and a milk carton in hand.
"What? Who's mans?"
"Your mans"
"My man?"
"Yes bitch" she extenuated the Bitch
"I don't have a man?"
"Then who was the tall guy carrying you to his truck... ooo girl I'm sorry"
"Bitch what? And yall didnt do anything?!" i screamed with panic eyes, my shirt awkwardly lifting up, exposing my midrift as i reached my arms to the heavens. "Well, i dont know, you seemed to be fine... i think" she scratched her chin and looked up, as if an answer was going to float down and bestow her with the answer. "Girl, I don't even remember what happened and you're telling me you watched me get hauled away by some man?!" My voice reaching new heights as a curious anxiety crawled up my neck. Her thin eyes creased in thought as she opened her mouth, pausing mid thought. "Well... I... i don't know, I'm sorry?" She looked at me hesitantly as she leaned over the table, her posture relaxed yet somehow still stiff.
Biting my lower lip, I looked down at my lap, a few strands of wild hair hanging around my waist. She could've fucking helped, she could- my thoughts seemed to cut themselves off. disagreeing with the fact that she could've helped me out of whatever situation I was in. "It's... whatever..." not really, but I'm not sure i want to lose my only friend. Is something like this worth being alone for? How do I know when-"so anyways... I was thinking, you wanna chill or somethin', we don't have to go out clubbing and shit." Well that's a croc of shit if I've ever heard any. "Uh, Yeah, sounds pretty fun, I could use a night of relaxin'" I shot her a fake smile, my uneasiness still sitting thick in my stomach. "Psh couldn't we all" She guffawed as she filed at her nails. "I'm gonna throw this away" I eyed the empty with a light chuckle, standing up I turned away, a deep frown replacing the smile. Along with it, a dark numbness throbbing into my head.