Moving in with my drug addicted brother and his friend.
Chapter One:
"911, what's your emergency?"
My voice was shaking as I tried to answer her.
"My brother, I think he's----"
"Cassie! What are you doing?!" I screamed when I heard my brother speak from behind me, dropping the phone in the process.
I jerked around and saw my brothers heavily dilated eyes staring back at me and they were accusing eyes as they were brown.
He sat up slowly and made a grab for the phone.
"I'm so sorry, my little sister got a hold off the phone and decided to play a prank, it won't happen again." And then he clicked off.
He tossed the phone over on the floor and fell back to the floor once more. See, that's what got the whole thing started. I walked in with my bags and found him just like he is now, except his eyes were closed then.
He had a line of crushed up pills on the table but I could tell that that wasn't the first thing that had been there. Laying in the floor, from my perceptive it looked like he was hardly breathing and when I walked in on it I assumed the worst and jumped for the phone without a second thought.
"So, I see you're still trying to get me in trouble with the po-po, huh sis." Vince sneered at me, laughing afterward.
"What was I supposed to think? You're the dumbass who could have been dead. What, you don't think I care enough to want you to live?" I accused, my voice raising an octave.
"Drama queen, save it for your wanna-be mother."
"Oh wait, you can't. She kicked you out, again, and sent you to little ole me. What a delight!" He sing-songed was fake happiness.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose between my middle finger and thumb.
I'm seventeen, about to turn eighteen and I couldn't have just bought my own house? Well, besides the fact that I had only about 800 bucks on me, dad and soon-to-be step mom wouldn't have signed the form saying I was allowed to live on my own anyhow. Now I have to deal with my drug addict of a brother, not literally but stay with him, who was now staring at the ceiling fan like it was an alien. Nice.
"Dude, what's with all the damn noise? I'm trying to sleep!" An agitated sounding voice floated to the living room, followed by a guy dressed in a white tank top and boxers. He stopped when he saw me then he rolled his eyes.
"Classy, screwing in the living room like a hormone crazed teenager." He grimaced then turned to the kitchen.
He muttered something I barely caught before he disappeared around the corner. ".....like I haven't seen it before from him."
Okay then. I glanced down at my brother, nudging him with my foot.
"Hmmm?" he said but kept his eyes closed.
"Are you alive?"
He shook his head.
"Are you going to go to bed?" another head shake.
This is ridiculous, he don't even know what he's answering to.
"Well, do it anyways while I throw this shit away." That got a response.
Vince's eyes shot open and quicker than anything he was all of a sudden on top of me.
That fast and he had attacked me without even thinking about it.
Nothing that he hasn't done before but it scared me to the core to know that he would harm me over his drugs.
"Vince, get off of me." I whispered. He had my arms pinned to the ground and he was glaring at me with pure hatred. Probably not directly to me but to the fact that I would trash his drugs.
"If you lay one finger on my stash....." Vince threatened, leaving the sentence hanging in thin air.
I tensed, "You'll what? Go ahead, threaten to kill me. I know exactly what you were going to say." I spat.
"Cassie, Cassie. Dear little sister. You know not to mess with me on this."
This was just the drugs talking, it wasn't Vince. I tried to convince myself of this while I stared into his taunting eyes but it was him no matter how screwed up he was at the moment.
I watched as he narrowed his eyes, they were intently focused on my reaction when he flexed his fingered which caused them to dug deep in my skin. I winced and sucked in a breath, biting my lip before I let out a sound of pain.
He lent down and whispered in my ear tauntingly, "You are scared of me. No matter how tough you act you know I can overpower you."
When he lent back up I masked my face to a blank expression.
He smirked and there was no hiding the evil glint in his eyes.
I cleared my throat nervously, "Vince. Don't do something you'll regret. You've already done enough, just go to bed and let me clean up. I'll pay you later for what's on the table, just...go to bed. Please."
This time when I shoved him off me, he let me. I didn't move a muscle while he glared at me. He stood up without a word and stalked off down the narrow hallway. A second later I heard the sound of his bedroom door slam and I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding.
After a moment of silence I turned my head, seeing the guy from a few minutes ago hesitating in the kitchen doorway. Great, an audience.
"Enjoy the show?" I snapped, my tone harsher than I intended but I didn't tell him that. My heart was thundering in my chest. I was trying to calm my nerves as I remembered the downright hate that my brother had looked at me with.
The guy shook his head slightly before coming towards me. When he offered me a hand I took it and he hoisted me off the ground with ease.
The guy seemed confused as he gazed at me.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I suggested while moving around him.
Deciding to try to forget what had happened I began cleaning, starting by picking up the dirty clothes from the floor and throwing them in a pile in a corner of the room.
