Breaking Dustin Creek

♛ Chapter Two ♛

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Saturday, October, 27  7:55 AM

~Dustin~

/A little sleep, a little slumber/ A little folding of the hands/ Left you weak, left you hungry/ When there's supply you still demand/ You're beginning to drag the ones you love down/Will this phase ever end?/ A thousand arms to hold you/ But you won't reach for any hands/ Let me paint this clear, life is short, my dear/ See your mother here, her last painful year/ She stuck around for you/ Maybe you should just fall/ Leave the world and lose it all/ And if that's what you need/ To finally see/ I'll be with you through it all\

— "Jenny" - Nothingmore 💔  

     Saturday. We have a love-hate relationship. I love the fact that I have no school and all that greatness. I hate having to stay home and listen to my brother and mother talk about college, and how Yale is just waiting for him. I also hate the fact that all my father does on Saturday is lock himself in his office and answer business calls, but that's nothing new.

     I know what your thinking, just lock your bedroom door and stay asleep. If only it was that easy. You get caught once doing something your not suppose to and the lock is gone for good. I'm surprised my mother left the door on its hinges.

     Usually, on a Saturday, I'd find myself at Paolo's store but I'm grounded. Friday's scheme was a work of pure luck, but if I had been caught it would have just been another sticker on my wall. Worst son of the year award has been in my grasp for years.

     I sigh, sitting up from my plaid sheeted bed and rubbing my messy hair. I never took a shower last night when I got home and decided on booking it to my room and hiding out the entire night. Now that I think about it my stomach feels like it's going to murder me. Guess it's time to go downstairs and meet the family! Yay. . .

     Reluctantly, I push my covers away and settle my feet on the cold wooden floor. I shuffled my way to the door and out into the cold hallway. Immediately I was met with my brother's open door and the smell of deodorant. He sat at his desk, phone in hand, with a wide smile. Emily. Definitely Emily. Not wanting to receive his attention I continued my shuffle down the hallway and down the winding stairs. The smell of burnt waffles filled my nose, which sadly, smelled better than Peter's room.

     "Morning sweetie," my mother's smile brightened once she saw me. I gave her my normal morning lethargic nod as I walked to the cabinets and grabbed the cereal box.

     "You don't want any of my waffles?" She said, poking at her poorly made breakfast.

     I shook my head placing a bowl onto the counter and grabbing the milk in the fridge.

     "Ya, Peter didn't want any either." Her mouth formed a straight line as she dumped the plate and its contents into the trash.

     I frowned watching her close the lid. "Heat the twins up their muffins. They go nuts for those things while you and dad aren't home." I mumbled, pulling two packs of plastic-wrapped blueberry muffins from the pantry.

     She nodded and started to fix their breakfast while I poured mine. The twins usually get up at nine on the weekends. Saturday is their only day off with no school or practices and I get to spend the whole day entertaining them, or hiding from them. Depending on their craziness level.

     Peter's feet flew down the stairs dressed in his usual cold weather joggers. With the usual outfit came his usual dreamy-eyed face. "Bye, mom. I'm going running with Emily," he paused to grab his water bottle from the fridge, "Do you mind if she comes over later?"