Repairing A Broken Siblinghood

Chapter 3: i hope this was all a terrible dream

Carson’s POV

                When we got home I could feel the tension in the air. I felt something big about to happen. We got inside and went straight to the living room. I sat down on the couch with Alec and Simon. Sebastian, Kelsy, Ryder, and Allison all sat on the opposite couch.

“Well this is incredibly awkward, and I have things to do so let’s just get this show on the road shall we?”

“Okay look all we are going to do is go over rules.” Sebastian said.

Yeah, like I’m actually going to follow their rules, as if. Don’t they know? I do what I want when I want. Mom figured it out, the teachers at school figured it out, hell even the cops in this town figured it out. Guess there the last to know…like always.

I was then handed a list of rules they looked a little something like this:

1.       Don’t talk back

2.       Do what your told the first time

3.       No wearing clothes we don’t approve of.

4.       Curfew 11:00

5.       No alcohol

Etc,etc,etc.

Honestly after I read the first five rules I zoned out. These rules are so stupid.

I only talk back when people make pointless statements, I’m not going to do what they tell me to do because I can’t stand the lot of them, I wear what I want no exceptions, I’m usually out until midnight, sometimes later because of work and parties, and I only drink during parties and even then I don’t drink much.

That’s exactly what I told them. They didn’t exactly take it too well so now I’m locked in my room about to sneak out the window into Hunter’s room.

There’s a tree that you can climb outside my room that connects Hunter’s and mines room together. I use it a lot to go on the roof when I want to escape the world.

 I usually listen to music, draw, or sleep up there. I know sleeping on a roof is weird, but it is so comfortable and gets just the right amount of sun. It’s great.

Right now, though I’m using it to go into his room and sleep. Hunter and the others are still at work at Papa G’s. It’s the local bar in town. We all work there as waiters/waitresses and sing at night every Monday and Wednesday, but only every other Friday.

I get into his room and see dirty clothes, comic books, and magazines as far as the eye can see. Typical of him to not have clean his room. That is more of a Casian type quality but still.

Anyway I came here to sleep and sleep is what I shall do. I’ll deal with everything in the morning, and with any hope this was all a terrible, terrible dream.

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Hey guys, i know i havent updated in forever

But i fianally got some time to so yay.

Hope you liked the new update

well yeah....so i'm just gonna eat food now byez