The Equation For Disaster

Chapter Four

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Peter bellowed, I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard it "Just because mom and dad are out of town for two weeks doesn't mean you can go off and do whatever the fuck you want!" 

"Fuck off!" I screamed back "Quit babying me! I'm not a little kid anymore"

"Well clearly you need someone to watch you, too much partying and drinking" Peter growled glaring down at me as we all stood gathered in the entryway of the house. Not even two seconds after me being home and this is what I got. 

"Iz we're just trying to look out for you" Jake spoke softly trying to play good cop which earned him a jab in the gut from Peter

"You're 17, not 18, not 21. 17 still a minor" Peter hissed angrily balling up his fists in frustration "Who the hell was taking you to these parties anyways?"

"No one" I rolled my eyes "I went alone. To get away from you guys"

"Who took you?" Peter narrowed his eyes glaring at me

"No one!" I shouted in frustration balling up my fists

"Bull shit!" Peter spat "Who in the hell has been taking my sister to fucking parties? I want to fucking know!"

"Peter calm down" Brandon laid a hand on Peter's shoulder causing Peter to loosen up a bit

"Who?" Peter repeated a little more calmly

"No one" I shook my head

"You're lying" Peter bit his lip "You're definitely lying. And when I find out who, they're as good as dead" Peter stormed off into the kitchen and we heard glass break, he probably threw a glass

I looked to Miles quickly and then back to Brandon and Jake. 

"Oh look who it is, our little good girl slut of a sister" Sam spat coming down the stairs "Bout time someone else became a fuck up. I was tired of you being the golden child"

I don't know what came over me, but I ran after Sam pinning him to the ground holding him down and socking him right in the jaw then again on the cheek and one more near his eye. Two arms wrapped around my waist pulling me back, but I struggled to get after him more. Sam jumped to his feet and ran at me throwing a punch at my face which connected with my jaw and then Jake tackled him to the ground.

"Cool it you two!" Brandon barked pulling me away from Sam

"Thank god mom and dad aren't here to see this" Jake chuckled more to himself than anyone

"And Ollie isn't here" Brandon agreed "Now Sam knock it off. She's had enough shit going on lately, she doesn't need the shit you're giving her"

Sam just rolled his eyes pushing Jake off and storming back upstairs into his room. Brandon let me go and I stormed out the front door Brandon chasing after me.

"Iz!" He caught up to me "Where do you think you're going?"

"For a walk" I huffed angrily "I just want to be alone"

"Please let someone come with. How about Ben? I'll call him and have him come keep you company okay? At least there's someone with you" Brandon pulled out his phone and ten minutes later Brandon was walking home and Ben was beside me 'babysitting' me.

"I don't need a babysitter" I grumbled looking to Ben who just shrugged "Not talking to me again?"

"I'm still mad at you" He mumbled 

"Why?" I questioned trying to distract myself from all my other thousands of problems

"You punched me, I just want to help you, Iz. You should let someone in" Ben spoke softly almost a whisper "You can't keep everything bottled up inside. It's just gonna make you feel worse"