Roughs

Chapter 3: The House

February 17th; 11:45am

The two brothers appear in the house that Chase has been living in, its an abandoned, run down cabin that the government doesn't know anyone is living in. Chase walks to a brown couch that has several holes, some being covered with a sewn on patch, and he sits down.
"Welcome to my home" said Chase, looking at Michael.
"It's, uh.. Great." Replied Michael, looking around at the molded wooden planked walls, the holes in the roof, the torn apart carpet, and the furniture which is barely standing up. He let out a sigh, realizing that the prisons he's stayed in were better than what his younger brother has been living in. Michael takes out a cigarette, a lighter, and begins smoking, walking towards the kitchen.
"Got any booze?" Asked Michael, opening up the small cooler fridge in the kitchen, which seemed to have nothing in it but some water, and a small portion of left overs.
"Uhm.. no, I don't drink.. I'm underaged. Do you.?" Asked Chase, in a concerning voice.
Michael snickered sarcastically, mumbling to himself in annoyment, and slamming the cooler fridge door shut.
"Who the fuck doesn't have beer?" Asked Michael, tapping his cigarette and taking in another puff.
"I ain't gonna live here if you don't get ur hands on some beer, vodka if I'm lucky."
Chase looked at his older brother, and nodded, letting out a small response.
"Sorry.. I didn't expect any company, and I don't really have the money to buy beer."
Michael walked over to Chase, standing in front of him.
"Then get some. You're old enough to get yourself a job." Snapped Michael.
Chase nodded again, knowing he won't get a job, due to him dropping out of high school to spend his time searching for his older brother, and to take days off, due to his severe depression. He was always the smartest kid in the class, the kid who's average was 96%. However, those grades started to go down, when he realized his older brother was gone, he began getting bullied around school, being told that it was his fault that his brother left. That if Michael didn't always need to protect him from the bullies who would attempt to verbally, and sometimes physically attack Chase, maybe Michael would still
Be there. Chase was the skinny kid, the nerdy one, and without someone like Michael to be by him all the time, he became the bullies number one resource.
Michael walked to a room, what he had claimed as his own, and he plopped himself on the mattress that was lying the floor, filling the room up with smoke. He took out a magazine, with the cover titling "Super Sexy Supreme" with a picture of a girl in a bikini beside the titling. As Michael did this, Chase walked to Michael's new room, with a worried expression on his face.
"are you.. okay?" Asked Chase, walking deeper into Michael's room.
"I'm fine" replied Michael, not bothering to make any eye contact with Chase.
"Are you sure? I mean, we just found each other again- or.. I found you, but you don't really seem
To care" said Chase, a sad tone in his voice.
"Are you deaf? I said I'm fine, and don't tell me how I feel, just go to ur room." Said Michael.
Chase nodded, about to reply but stopped himself, and he walked out of the room, mumbling an apology.