Give Me Love//H.S

6

The house was to quiet. I mean yeah it was only past midnight but still, in my house there is always a noise. If it's not Mike snoring or my mom coughing in her sleep then it's my dad talking in his. I lay on my back watching the shadow of the tree moving from the wind outside. It was actually peaceful. I shut my eyes slowly but the sound of walking in the hall made them open quickly. Don't get me wrong I love my grandma but this house is just creepy. Before I could process anything else the sound of glass breaking made me jump out of my skin. I got up and grabbed the closet thing I could off my dresser and opened the door. I quietly walked to the top of the steps and waited for another noise. I would go and get my dad but this happened to me before. I would hear something that nobody else would and when I go and cry about it nobody believes me. I walked down two steps and seen a shadow coming from the kitchen. I took a deep breath and walked the rest of the way down. I held what ever I had to my chest and stood outside of the kitchen. Once I peaked in it was literally nothing but a broken bottle on the floor. I turned the light on and realized I was holding a perfume bottle.

Nice. Very nice Kate.

I set it down and grabbed the broom from behind the basement door. The question was how the hell did a beer bottle get in the middle of the kitchen? As I swept up the last bit of the glass I turned to see Mike sitting on the chair in the dining room.

"Mike what the hell!" I gasped clenching my chest.

"Don't tell on me. I got bored so I went out and frankly nobody cared to ask for ID". He said.

He was holding his hand and from where I was you can see the blood on his gray shirt.

"Harry is going to kill me". He panicked as I walked closer.

I took a step back at the name. Why would Harry be mad at him?

"Mike your covered in blood at one in the morning. Why would he get mad"? I asked sitting down.

"He told me I could borrow one of his shirts since I only had flannels. Now I got blood all over it". He said pulling at the shirt.

I got up off the chair and dragged him into the kitchen. I took a paper towel and drenched it with soap and water so I could clean out the cut.

"Why do you even have a beer, you're supposed to be in bed"? I said and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Just because you're my older sister doesn't mean you're my mother. I wanted to have fun. Sorry I'm not like you and have a book for every night to read. I'm a seventeen-year-old. I want to have fun and if you haven't noticed I don't have friends here so I had to do something. It worked for a bit". He sighed.

"What did you do"? I asked.

He shook his head and stood up. He threw the bloody towel in the trash and opened the basement door.

"Nothing, trust me. I need to go see if Harry is back yet. He told me to wait for him". He said walking down the steps.

I groaned and threw the other wet paper towel in the sink. Not even a minute later Mike walked back up wearing a different shirt with his hand wrapped. Not one word to me and walked away going up the steps. I bit my tongue before I grabbed the basement door and stormed down. Harry sat there on the edge of his bed rubbing his temples with a white paper stick hanging on his lips.

He's smoking?

"Oh don't try and get rid of the headache now because you're going to get an earful and put that out!" I said grabbing the cigarette and throwing it to the ground. He looked down at the cancer stick before smirking.

"He's seventeen Harry. In the U.S the drinking age is twenty-one. You have no right to take him to parties". I somewhat yelled.

He looked up at me with a bruised cheek. I gasped and took a step back.

"What the hell happened"? I said as he stood up.

"I know he's seventeen. I know the drinking age and I'm surly as hell not going to get yelled at by someone like you". He said walking away into his bathroom.

"No you don't get to be a dick and assume I'm going to take it. Why the hell was Mike bleeding and why is your face bruised"? I bitched.

I pulled his shoulder so he would look at me but he grabbed my hand and pinned me to him. His bare chest was soft. The smell of his aftershave burned my nose. His hair slightly touching my forehead. He slowly walked us back so I was now pressed against the wall. His hand placed very low on my waist, the other hand held my arms above us.

"I look like this because I took the beating from some guys downtown. When Mike said he wasn't drinking they pushed him into the bar, cutting his hand on glass. I stepped in and this is what happened". He whispered. His nose almost resting on mine.

"The beer bottle was mine. I dropped it when Mike and I thought we heard your dad coming but it was you with a perfume bottle". He said placing his head on my shoulder.

He used his nose to trace up along my jaw to my ear. His hot breath was burning my skin.

"Now if you can ever be so kind to leave my room so I can change I would appreciate it. If not you can help me get undressed". He hummed letting go of my arm and waist.

I quickly regained myself and walked off leaving him there still facing the wall. Once I got upstairs I rubbed my arms to get rid of the goose bumps. What in the actual hell was that all about? After about a minute I finally got my legs to work and walked up the steps to go to bed. I grabbed my medicine and popped on in before going back to how I was staring at the tree's shadow on my wall.