I've literally been stalling to write the first chapter for the longest fucking time, and I finally got the chance to do some writing this week. Hopefully I'll get some writing done and have the other half of this chapter published. Since I've kept you waiting for this long, here's a Sneak Peak.
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" How did you sleep last night?" He asks, seeming genuinely interested in what I had to say.
" I slept just fine last night Eric. How about you? Did you have good dreams last night?" I ask, worry lacing my tone, but I hide it skillfully under a coy smile. When mom died, he the most terrible nightmares, tossing an turning, not getting even a couple hours of sleep. the poor boy was so scared of going to sleep,some nights he stayed up all night, not even daring to blink, in fear of seeing whatever it was that was so scary in his dreams. But in comparison to mine, they were nothing. He's a child, he hasn't experienced true pain,- the kind I felt, that terrible night not that long ago.
" I slept really good. No nightmares this time." He replies, turning back to his bowl of cereal, but not before shuddering slightly at the though of those terrible dreams occurring again. It didn't go unnoticed, I make a mental note to talk to Maya or Eric since all three of them share a room, and to see what that was all about.
" That's good to hear Eric. I'll see you in a little bit, I'm going to go get dad some food for his trip today." And I really mean that that's great. The poor child looked terrible, in the span of those months: deep dark bags under his eyes, and a very small frame, due to not eating properly. He couldn't hold anything down for longer than, maybe an hour, two at the most. Really not wanting to think about that terrible memory, I walk around a corner and almost slam right into Michael, who's currently trying to escape the wrath of Emily, the oldest in the family.
" Miguel! Do you know how long it took for me to do face routine?" She says, her voice low, and laced with venom as she stalks closer to Michael. I take one step back, to take a to drink in the scene splayed before me.
" Holy shit." I say to no one in particular, looking Emily up down, and circling her once to see if it was real. I stare at Michael in disbelief, still not believing that this is real. Emily fuming, turns to look at me with distaste. Now that I see her, she has a right to be bitching at Michael. He pulled the classic flour in the hairdryer prank, along with smashing some eggs on the top of her head while he was at it.
" La- help!" Michael is cut off when he sees Emily lunge for his throat, but successfully dodges her advances by diving behind the corner. He manages to avoid her, but unfortunately I don't. Instead of her hands latching around Michael's throat, they circle around mine. And with my tall and lanky frame, I topple over with the force of her slamming into to me so suddenly. A grunt of surprise leaves my mouth, and a shrill sound leaves her mouth as I grapple at the hem of her shirt, forcing her to stay locked with me, in the pursuit of hitting the floor. You know what they say" I go down, you go with me."
Falling down with Emily felt as if I was going in slow motion everything slowing down right before my eyes. I make eye contact with Michael just seconds before I hit the ground, and throw him a hateful look. My back makes harsh contact with the ground, and I slightly roll to the side whimpering from the pain, and the fact I broke Emily's fall.
"Ugh." I groan, loudly in Emily's ear. " Get off me you disgusting hag." And I really mean it. She looks terrible with the flour all over her face which was starting to smudge on my face, the smashed eggs yolk dripping slowly down her forehead and onto mine, along with that rat's nest that lays upon her head that she calls hair.
" Why are you so loud Lance?" She questions, irritation evident in her tone, rolling over, onto the hard tile floor beside me.
" Because you're heavy Emily, have you gained weight?" I ask teasingly, pushing the rest of her limbs off me. I stand up, not waiting for her response and walk into the bathroom to clean myself off before I leave the house to go shopping.
"Hey- what are you doing Lance?" Emily asks pointedly, now standing and brushing herself off and walking toward me slowly.
" Cleaning myself off," I scoff and look back into the mirror fixing my hair, and start washing my face. " Are you blind or something? I say evilly, earning a low growl to slip from my sisters mouth.
" Get. Out. Now." She points to the corner from which I turned, and sneers, waiting ever so patiently for me to leave.
" How about, " I place my finger on my chin as if I'm in deep thought, thinking about this thoughtfully, " No." and I slam the door right in her face just as she lunges for my throat again. From the other side I hear a bang, followed by a loud groan and Michael's obnoxious guffawing.
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