"Miss, wake up. We're here." The driver said shaking me from my sleep.
I jolted awake, with me being half asleep and half drunk it was hard to see clearly around me and what was going on.
"How long... how long was I out for?" I rubbed my head, trying to soothe the pounding headache that was intensifying.
"Not too long, you fell right asleep. We've only been here for a few minutes. Take all the time you need, I'm in no hurry miss." The driver turned around in his seat, looking at me in the review.
I slowly sat up, and the room started spinning. It took me a few minutes to collect myself and recognize my surroundings. The high green hedges that act as a fence circled around my house, along with only two street lamps by the entrance of my driveway.
"Thank you again sir." I thanked the driver as I got out of the car, closing the door behind me.
"You gonna make it in there okay miss?" He rolled down the window.
"Ugh.. yeah. I'll be okay. Thank you though. Have a nice night." I waved, as I stumbled up the driveway.
The driver sped off, turning around up the road. I managed to get up the porch stairs and unlock the door with the key my brother and I hide under the magnetic mailbox we have.
I opened the door to find my brother waiting at the bottom of the stairs. His black hair was messy from him being asleep. Of course, he only had sweatpants on. I could tell when he's angry, his muscles on his arms and veins pop out.
"Your drunk, aren't you?!" He raised his voice looking up at me. His hazel eyes, were filled with rage.
"I'm not that drunk. I only had a few drinks." I dropped my shoes at the door, and I stumbled towards the kitchen.
"Bullshit! You can barely walk! Your a mess Amber, a fucking mess!" He yelled, as I continued to walk away from him.
"Okay, maybe I am a mess. I didn't ask to be born you know." I turned around for quite k second to see if he was following me.
"Mom and dad wouldn't be happy with you right no.."
"Charlie, mom and dad aren't here! They left us! Your 25 and I'm 19! They left us!" I stopped in my tracks, not sure what to expect after what I just said.
"Your right maybe they did leave us. You are the baby of this family. I'm not gonna let you live with your junkie of a brother in Chicago, and Miranda doesn't want anything to do with us after that stunt you pulled with Aunt Lana," Charlie continued, "I'll be damned if you end up like Miranda with a abusive boyfriend let alone be like James."
"How could you say such things about our fucking family, Charlie! They're our siblings!"
"Yeah but they weren't here for us! Miranda is 30! James is 28! They left us! In this house, they moved to different states as soon as mom and dad died!" Charlie yelled, punching the wall beside me causing me to jump.
I knew I hit a nerve. I could see the tears running down from his eyes. He's never cried in front of me before. Or actually he's never cried in front of anyone.
"Charlie.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. Look I'm done partying for a while it was Kims birthday and.." I tried explaining myself before he interrupted me.
"No more going out to party, got that?! Not unless you pay the bills, or get a job. Till then no more Amber." Charlie walked away from me up the stairs, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have mention our stupid fucking parents dying, or that our siblings abandoned us when our parents died. Fuck.
I walked to the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. Charlie was right... I am a fucking mess. My silver backless dress had vomit caked on it, my hair was messy, my mascara was running down my face while my lipstick was smudge. Looks like no more partying for me... great one Amber.
I turned on the shower, all the way on hot. I took off my dress, let my hair out of the messy bun it was originally in, and wiped my face off with makeup remover before getting in the shower.
The water droplets felt like little needles. Stabbing my skin constantly, it felt good but it made me wince here and there. The feeling of washing my hair, along with my face and body felt soooo good.
After an hour of being in the shower, I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me. I looked at the clock on the wall reading, 6:10am. Damn. I should've been in bed by now. Oh well.
I left my stuff on the floor in the bathroom. I just wanted to go to my room and sleep. I walked down the hallway towards the kitchen taking a left up the stairs. The grey painted walls made the house seem boring even with all the pictures of James, Charlie, and me on there. We had very little of Miranda, she was adopted into our family when I was 2, Charlie was 8, and James was 11.
I walked down the long hallway into the last room on the right. I closed the door behind me, dropping my towel and heading towards my wooden dresser. The grey vinyl flooring was making my head spin the more I looked at it. I threw on a black oversized t shirt, and some underwear.
I threw my hair up in a towel, and walked towards my bed. I got under the silver colored silk sheets, and laid down. I rolled in my side and plugged my phone in before setting it on my end table next to the picture of Charlie and I when we were 10 and 16. The same year our parents died. Just a few months after the photo was taken.
I rolled over onto my other side, looking out my window. The pinkish orangish sun was just rising, casting away my doings from the night. It was now a new day, that I was going to sleep most of it away.
