Morning Light, Life Is Just A Game

Morning Light ( Part One)

Sebastian POV

I took my house keys out of my skinny jeans pocket and shakily put the key in the key hole. I knew working those extra hours was going to be the death of me but we needed the money. I dropped out high school to help mum make money for the bills, sadly one job wouldn't cut it though so I juggle two which means sometimes coming home at stupid hours and forgetting to eat but if it meant my little brothers having a roof under their heads and food in their stomach I honestly didn't care if I dropped down dead because of the way I treated my body.

I turned the door handle and quietly stepped into the dead silent house. All the lights were off but the kitchen which I could see at the end of the hall. I made my way to the kitchen and found a rushed note on the counter table.

I hope you got home safe sweetheart, I so sorry Seb but I got a phone call from work offering some extra hours and with how short of cash we are I had to take it. Try make yourself something to eat with whatever is in the fridge.

Love you

Mom x

I grabbed the note and scrunched it in my fist. She promised she had the day off today, she's never home to look after me or my brothers anymore it's always left up to me.

I sighed and took a deep breath before I released something.

"Remington and Emerson" I said under my breath.

I hated my brother being home alone and Mom knew that. I always had the fear of something bad happening to them both. Emerson is only 14, he shouldn't be left alone anywhere let alone at home and don't get me started on Remington. Neither of them could cook for shit so they both wouldn't have ate all day.

If I knew Mom was going to fuck off I would have asked Daniel to come babysit. I hate asking him to come over during his days off because they were so rare for him to get but he knows how I worry too much and that I would kill myself if something bad would happen to my little brothers...not again.

I walked out of the kitchen, not even caring how weak my body felt and the fact that I was shaking whilst walking up the stairs so much I had to hold onto the banister.

"Emerson? Remmy?" I called out I could hear the worry in my own voice as I was reaching their bedroom. I cleared my throat a little and called my brothers names again.

A rush of relief washed over me when I saw the door handle slowly move before I could put my hand on it.

I was faced with a sleepy looking Emerson holding a care bear to his chest.

He rubbed his eyes a little before speaking "Seb is that you?" he questioned. I could see his eyes were mostly still closed. I smiled softly as I pulled him into my chest and rapped my arms around his small frame "Yeh buddy its me, sorry for waking you" He hugged me back, his head against my chest "Its o-okay I'm happy your home" he said falling slowly back to sleep against me.

I chuckled and helped him back into his bed and pulled his blanket over him then bent down to place a small kiss on his forehead.

I smiled at my youngest brothers light snores, I loved him so much and I hate that his life was destroyed at such a young age, all of our life's were but my brothers got it worse than me and it kills me that I didn't stop it sooner, save some of their childhood, be the big brother I was meant to be and protect them from harm.

I signed and stood back up before turning to leave to go to my room but then I noticed something....Remington's bed was empty.

"You've got to be kidding me" I whispered to myself before quietly closing their bedroom door and heading back downstairs to the kitchen.

I pulled my phone out and dialled his number.

Hi you reached Remington's answering machine which probably means my phone is dead, please leave a message after the beep

*Beep*

"You little shit" I said before hanging up. I slammed my phone onto the counter knowing fine well now that I will have another sleepless night worrying about my little brother's stupid ass.

I groaned and put my head on the cold counter wishing he would just come home. Don't get me wrong I love Remington, he's my baby brother I need to, I would die for him if I had to but sometimes I just want to punch him in the face so hard.

It all started two or three mouths ago he met some knew friends at school which let's just say are not a nice crowd, next minute I knew it and he was smoking weed and getting so drunk he didn't even know who I was. He's fucking 16 it kills me inside to see him this way and honestly, I only blame myself.

He tells me it's his way of dealing with life and helps him not take so many panic attacks but there is so many other ways he can deal with them than do this...but I've gave up fighting with him and I would rather him stoned than dead.

I could feel my eyes getting heavy as my head rested on my hands placed on the cold counter, I knew I was going to pass out soon just when was the question.

I snapped back into the real world when I heard the front door open.

I stood up and rubbed my eyes "Shit I must have fallen asleep" I mumbled to myself.

I quickly walked into the living room to see a figure lying on the sofa. I rubbed my eyes again to help them adjust to the dark room and their he was passed out on the sofa still in his leather jacket and black Converse . I signed in relief that he was home in one piece. I walked to the kitchen to get my phone and check the time. "6.25am" I muttered to myself I had work in around an hour are you kidding me. I haven't even ate yet let allow slept a full night. I quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom to have a quick shower hoping it would wake me up and got into fresh work clothes by the time I was done it was 6.55am. I quickly ran back downstairs and looked at my little brother still passed out on the sofa. I quickly grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a note and stuck it to his forehead before kissing it softly " Love you Rem" I said quietly before leaving out the front door for another long day at work.