Rebel Yell

Chapter 29: Thanksgiving With the Mercers

The snow and wind that was blowing in from our opened bedroom window instantly woke me up. Why was the window open? It's November! I blinked my eyes as I woke up from a deep sleep. Stretching my arms out, I lifted my head up slightly, noticing that Jack wasn't in bed. A part of me wanted to take advantage of finally having this twin bed to myself, stretch out like a starfish and continue to sleep without someone wrapped around me or stuck to me. But the alarm clock on Jack's nightstand informed me that it was already 12:30 and that I obviously slept in too late.

Groaning, I sat my self up on my elbows and sighed, my eyes shifting around the room as I heard the voices of Jack and his brothers throughout downstairs. After a few moments of just staring up at the ceiling, I finally decided to climb out of bed and search for clean clothes to put on after a much needed shower I was about to have. I picked out a pair of jeans, a black tank top and a black fitted zip up . I was wearing black so much lately that I felt like the female version of Johnny Cash.

After my shower, I got dressed and dried my hair. I applied some makeup and straightened my hair, as usual. Finally, I was ready to go downstairs. I paused before opening the bathroom door, hearing commotion going on. Confused, I opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hall, listening to Bobby and Angel fighting while Jerry was laughing at them. A smirk formed across my face as I made it to the top of the stairs, seeing Sofie standing halfway up the stairs, her back facing me.

"La vida loca is not staying here!" Bobby shouted at Angel.

I sighed, hoping that they wouldn't randomly decide to drag me into this. As, I usually did live here except for the time that Jack and I broke up and I decided to up and leave and move to Boston with Bria. What a fucking fantastic idea that turned out to be. Bria wasn't the same Bria that I knew all of my life. She was now a rail thin, cocaine addicted, boyfriend obsessed girl. It seemed to me like Bria doesn't care about what happens to her just as long as she has Joe to lean on and cocaine to snort up her nose. Old Bria still liked to party, it almost wasn't a shock that Bria was into cocaine.. who doesn't now a days? but... Bria was never the type to let her 'partying' get in the way of her life. Old Bria would have ran the other way if she knew her boyfriend killed one of her old friends from back home... just to join his brothers gang. Then again, I can't talk... I was dating and in love with a gang leader. Past tense of course... I hope...

"This isn't your house!" Angel shouted back at Bobby, pointing a finger in his face, "You're not calling the fucking shots!".

"This isn't a fucking homeless shelter" Bobby laughed as Sofie started to shout out things at Bobby, in Spanish so I had no idea what she was saying.

Angel turned around and stomped over to the end of the stairs, "Sofie, go back upstairs. I got this! Go back upstairs!" He yelled, over top of Sofie and Bobby's hollering among each other.

"Did I speak spanish? I said you're not staying here!" Bobby shouted, trying to insult Sofie.

Sofie slapped Angel's finger that he hand pointed up at her away, "Why do you let him talk to me like this?!" she whined.

I took a deep breathe as I slid past Sofie down the stairs, failing as she grabbed me by the shoulder and her anger wiped away from her face as she smiled at me, pulling me into a huge hug. Angel sighed in relief as he noticed Sofie was no longer focused on Bobby.

"I've missed you!" Sofie squealed as she squeezed me a little, making me wince before saying that I missed her as well. "You shut the fuck up Bobby!" Sofie shouted, still holding onto me.

"Treat my girl with some respect!" Angel shouted in a warning tone at Bobby.

"Your girl?" Bobby asked, looking over at Jerry who was snickering as well, "Yesterday she was someone else's girl.. what are you doing man?"