Trouble in Hell

Chapter 10: Meet the Hudson's

Beep! Fuck...

Beep! You...

Beep! Alarm...

Beep! Clock.

I removed my hand from my covers and switched off my alarm clock, sleeping again. I wish I bought that thing for decoration and everyday it proves me wrong. My hand flopped to the side of the bed as I fell asleep again but them being them...

My door slammed open and I groaned as they scream at the top of there lungs. "IT'S US!" My siblings walked in. Ticking off my pounding head.

"Take your 'us' somewhere outside my room, I'm trying to sleep." I groan as I feel my covers being ripped off of me.

"Get up child." Daniel laughs.

Morning people.

"Honestly, I'd rather not."

"It's Monday again." Allison claps her hands.

"That's why." I groan and open my eye. I stare back at my little sister's brown orbs as she tilts her head smiling at me.

"I made chocolate chip pancakes." She whispered in my ear and I opened my other eye. Her smile broke into a grin as I pushed myself off my bed and walked past her, stretching my arms in the air and tucked the loose strands of hair behind my ears.

"Morning guys," I said groggily as I passed Daniel but he pulled me back staring at my face intensely and narrowed his eyes.

"Where did you get this bruise, Tess?" He tapped my cheek where the bruise was and I winced. He turned my face and examined it carefully. I pushed his hand away and looked through the mirror across my room. The ugly bruise sat on my the side of my face, the dark shade of purple and black colours spreading to my right ear slightly.

"I fell when I went to the mall." I lied keeping my eyes on my reflection so I wouldn't have to look him in the eye. He chuckled.

"That's embarrassing." And he full-on laughed, Ally joining him.

I turned to him and shoved him slightly passing by. "Don't judge me."

I quickly went to brush my teeth, heading downstairs to the kitchen where my family sat eating and sat on the kitchen island, a plate of four hot chocolate chip pancakes waiting for me. I take a bite out of one and moan. "I taught you well." I nodded at my sister as she smiled at me eating her pancakes.

"Which means I taught you well." my brother nudged me on my shoulder.

"Yes, Daniel takes all the credit," I say sarcastically.

"I will." He smirks and I roll my eyes while we eat our breakfast.

Daniel is my 23-year-old brother. One of the best actually from his dark brown hair, warm chocolate-coloured eyes to his strongly built frame. He taught me everything I know (except fighting) to help me run the place, this house. He gave up 4 different football scholarships to help me and my sister cope with our dad's disappearance. He takes online business study and mechanical engineering courses but works in an auto garage. For the first year, he worked double time at a pizza restaurant but once he got past the first online course he switched to engines. He taught me how to cook since I was 9 because of my dad's lazy ass, clean, trick people into believing I'm eighteen since I was sixteen. He taught me how to hide in plain sight to lose my dad when we had too.

Since I started fighting at the of twelve, my brother would ask how I got my money and I told him I work at a store uptown called Violet, for a Swedish woman who wanted the shop up and going at any cost. He never asked questions when I told him if he wouldn't understand her English. So most of the money we make goes to bills and food, a quarter goes to school and another quarter of it goes to Allison's future surgery to fully repair her leg. Since I'm not old enough to pay bills myself, I have to give the money to Daniel and he pays for everything but that will change in a couple of months.