Soulmates

Chapter 1

"Come on, Summer! Enjoy living and let's go out! I promise you we'll have fun tonight." My best friend Brooke pleaded through the phone, trying to convince me to go out with her tonight again. It was this new famous nightclub that just opened and she wanted to see if she could find another guy to go out with but don't get me wrong, I mean she wasn't a slut or anything.

She was the complete opposite of me. Brooke was the adventurous, popular and outgoing girl which everybody wanted to call a friend while I was this lucky girl ; A straight A-student called Summer from California. Well not completely lucky.

"Brooke, you don't understand! Nate won't let me!" I exclaimed.

"Screw him! He treats you like shit Summer, you should move to another city, I'm sure the guy can look after himself!"

I sighed, "That's not fair on him Brooke. He is my brother and he treats me really good. At least most of the time... And you know that," I defended myself and Nate. "Listen, I have to go now Brooke. I'll see you on Monday, don't drink too much!" I joked.

"You sound like my damn mother." She told me and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me. I laughed and hung up.

Just then, Nate entered my room. I mentally applauding myself that I already had hung up the phone otherwise he certainly would have turned angry."Who were you talking to?" he questioned me.

"Well he certainly isn't in a good mood" I thought to myself. I stood up from my bed and walked towards him. "I was just talking to myself, don't worry." I kissed him on his cheek to calm him down and I saw how his face softened and smiled at me.

I looked in his deep hazel eyes and placed my hand on his shoulder when the strong smell of alcohol hit my nose. Nate drank again. He knew that I had noticed and he took one step back and looked to the ground, avoiding any eye contact with me.

"Nate, have you been drinking again?" I asked cautiously and quietly.

Suddenly he burst out screaming "You ain't Mum, shut up! Shut the fuck up! Don't tell me what I can and can't do!" He turned to me and looked straight in my direction. His eyes changed within seconds. They were no longer these friendly, caring eyes from my elder brother. They looked like two burning holes. He clenched his fists, I knew what he was going to do next so I took one step back. "Nate... P-p-please don't." I stuttered backing away.

"I told you once, don't tell me what I can and can't do!" He screeched before connecting his palm with my cheek with great force.

His strength tossed me on the floor and I landed on my back wincing in pain, grabbing my cheek which stung lik hell. I heard his breathing slow down and fade but I stayed in my position. I opened my eyes to check if he was gone. When I knew he wasn't there, I touched my cheek and immediately hissed pain. Nate hit me, again. This wasn't the first time so if you were expecting me to start crying and screaming like I was crazy then no, your wrong. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt me.

Since our mother died Nate had always had big emotional problems and got sensitive when bringing up the topic about her. At the beginning he just got angry more often but since a few months he often loses his temper and beats me. But he is my brother and I guess that's what siblings do. I didn't know how siblings treat eachother, honestly. But I knew Nate loved me deep down, he was just still traumatised about the death of our mother.

I carefully stood up. My head felt like someone threw a baseball bat at it, it ached so bad. Suddenly I heard the noise from our front door and then it slammed shut. Nate had probably left to go to another pub.

I sighed, and walked into the bathroom looking at my reflection. Sure enough, there was a mark. My right cheek turned slightly red from where he hit me. Staring at my reflection for just a little bit longer, I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in my face. My cheek stung, but it died down after a couple of minutes. Taking a towel of the rack, I dried my face and hands. Then I stared in the mirror, studying my appearance a little more.

My mum often told me I looked like my grandmother when she was alive. She said I had the same deep blue eyes as her. Deep like the ocean, anyone could get lost in them. But in this moment I couldn't see a beautiful ocean. I just saw a miserable girl staring in the mirror who lost her parents and pretty much her brother too. What did I ever do to deserve this?

Maybe I really should go out with Brooke tonight. I've studied the last two months and I needed some time to have fun. After all, a couple of drinks would help me get my mind of Nate for a while. When I finally decided I was certain I wanted to go, I called Brooke who was squealing through the phone telling me how many cute boys would be there.

"Now it's time to get ready" I muttered to myself.

I tried to cover the redness from my cheek with make-up but I didn't use too much. After putting on some mascara I took a quick glance at the time. It was almost 9. I quickly rushed and slipped into my black dress which showed off my back and I wore matching black high heels. I took my little black bag and ran downstairs. Brooke was already waiting in her black BMW outside.

"Summer! You finally decide to come," Brooke beamed. I grinned at her and shrugged my shoulders. "Well I needed a drink anyway, remind me not to get too carried away!" She smirked at me and started the car.