Everything in Between

Chapter 3

After about 6:00 when the library closed, I decided to just go home. When I walk through the door, my house is filled with yelling and gun shots coming from the Xbox that seems to never be off.

Just so you know, I have 5 siblings. I'm the oldest. Then there's my 15 year old brother, Brice, my brother Elliot is 13, Eliana is 10, little brother Hayden is 9, and Aliara is 7. My whole family has really unusual names. Just not Brice. But you get it.

I'm walking to the kitchen and I hear Brice scream, "NOOO!!" I look up from untying my boots and see Brice with his head in his hands on the livingroom floor and the controller 5 feet away from him and Elliot is standing to the side watching Brice have a melt down.

"What the hell?!" I say as I walk past them to go to the kitchen. Yes, Brice is the second oldest, and yet he's the one having a melt down about COD.

"Elliot got me killed!" Brice stands up, and he's getting pretty hysterical. He's fuming at Elliot, while I just start laughing.

"Did not! You left me alone!" Elliot starts screaming back and I just stand and watch their argument.

"Did too! You were supposed to have my back! You were supposed to be behind me!" Brice reaches down to grab the remote and he flings himself back on to the couch.

"Did not! You're just a baby!" Elliot yells back, and does the same.

"Whatever, just shut up." Brice turns off the counsel and turns on the TV to watch soccer.

"What did you do that for!?" Elliot screams.

"Because you suck!" Brice throws the remote onto the coffee table in front of him, and that's my cue to leave.

This is literally an everyday thing.

I wait for mom to get home from grocery shopping to help her make dinner. So I just start doing some homework and do more studying for the history test tomorrow.

Just so you know, my dad divorced my mom a few years ago. All of us kind of hate him now because he still never comes around and he just remarried this 25 year old gold digger. He's almost 50. We all hate her. Brice and I help mom out a lot with the kids. My mom has her own business that we own, and it's pretty well known. So she's gone a lot for business trips.

The sad thing is, is that I didn't really know my dad. We never had a close relationship. Well none of us kids ever did. It was just one of those respectful relationships. He was literally always gone, pretty much every holiday, so he was just never around.

"Mommy!!" I hear Aliara and Eliana run to the door, and I know mom is home.

"Boys, can you help get the groceries in?" I stand up from my spot at the kitchen table and walk into the living room.

"Pizza!!" I hear all of my siblings scream at the top of their lungs, while mom comes in with 4 boxes of pizza and I'm happy.

The boys come in carrying about 7 bags in each in their arms. But Brice sees the pizza boxes and nearly drops the bags right there.

"Yes! Pizza!" Brice puts the bags down right on the floor and books it to the table, opens the first box and takes two pieces.

"Brice, seriously, get a plate and sit down! You're not the only one that is hungry you know." Mom walks to the pantry and gets a stack of paper plates and puts them out for every one.

Elliot being the nice boy he is, is standing by mom, helping her unload the groceries.

"Brice, can you get Hayden and Aliara a piece please," I walk over to Elliot and mom and start helping them.

The rest of the night is spent cleaning the kitchen after everyone eating pizza, helping the little ones get to bed, and making sure the TV gets turned off at 8. Brice and Elliot could watch TV for the whole night if I didn't make them go upstairs.

We each have our own bedroom, but Aliara is scared of sleeping alone, since the boys made her watch a scary movie with them, so she has been sleeping in Eliana's bedroom for the past month. She'll grow out of it I hope.

It's now 11pm and I am just now brushing my teeth for bed. Being a straight A, 4.0 student is a struggle when you have a 0 hour, 5 siblings, and half of the teachers already hate you because you're kind of a smart ass and get in trouble a lot. I don't understand how I do it. I really don't. I sleep in half of my classes because I am so exhausted but I will manage to get a 96% on the test. I'm skilled, what can I say.

I get in bed and get on Twitter. I'm scrolling through, and come across a picture of Arian, slut number one with Skylyn, slut number two. The caption is "Hella dope nite" holding red cups and a joint in the other hand at a bonfire with a whole bunch of people in the background. This couple behind them have each others tongues down the others throat and the guy is totally groping her ass and her boobs at the same time. I close out of it and keep scrolling. I retweet a few things that are funny, and I get a notification. "@caysonl is now following you!" I stare at it for a little bit, and I decide to go to his profile. He has 1k followers and there is no way that is even possible. I go to his photos and pretty much every photo is him and his band he had in Nashville, and him playing the drums. God, he is so hot. There's a few pictures of him with a few girls.

Sluts.

He has his arm around them and they are all over him and I have a huge ping of jealousy hit my feels.

I exit out and try to sleep and not think about Cayson. But of corse that doesn't work so I just close my eyes and let sleep take me.