To Our Pinky Promises

Chapter 9

I turned my head at the sound coming from the staircase.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Lily yelped as she stumbled down the last few steps of the stairs and hopped on a foot while clutching the other.

She lifted her foot and brought it close to her face to inspect her stubbed toe.

After making sure that she didn't lose her toe, she let go of her foot and straightened up, rubbing her eyes and yawning before turning around and looking at us.

Yes, I say us, because my parents were sitting right across from me, watching their oblivious hungover daughter.

Lily froze when she saw our parents sitting there.

I stole a glance at my parents' face and immediately knew that shit was about to hit the fan. They were not happy.

After a few seconds of standing under our parents' stern glare, Lily mustered up the courage to pull off a sheepish smile, before she turned her attention to me for a brief moment to shoot me a panicked look, her wide eyes filled with pure terror.

I shrugged apathetically, she brought this upon herself. I wasn't that thrilled to be woken up at 2 am to pick her up at some boy's party either so I'm not even going to try and get her out of this situation.

And that was when Dad finally lost it.

"Lily Waterhouse, get your ass here this instance!" Dad boomed in a loud voice that shook the entire house.

I jumped in my seat at the sudden outburst while Lily flinched. She hung her head and meekly walked to the dining table, sitting herself beside me, pinching my thigh as she lowered herself to the seat.

I swatted her hand, ignoring her sign for help.

'You deserve it, you brat.' I thought to myself silently as I continued to eat my lunch.

"What did we tell you about drinking so much?!" Dad started, his eyes full of a blazing anger.

I was well aware, however, that it was all just his concern for her health and safety. My dad wasn't one to judge others' lifestyle. He stuck to himself and regarded every human being with respect, that is, if you don't count abusers, rapists, kidnappers and murderers. You know, the usual.

My dad used to be a rebel back in the days too so he never felt like he had the right to get mad at us for going out late at night to party.

Mom, on the other hand, was a whole different story.

"I can't believe you drank until you're this hungover!" She stood from her seat and angrily waved her hand at Lily's disheveled state to emphasize her point. Lily fiddled with her fingers under the table, eyes still casted downwards in shame.

Mom was a total goodie-two-shoes. She never went off the rails, even when she was dating Dad, the troublemaker. And, that, is what I call discipline. I don't think I would've been able to do the same if I was in her shoes.

"I raised you better than this! I have had enough of you acting out! How old are you, again? When are you going to grow up? Are you going to keep acting like an immature kid? If you are, then I'll just treat you like one. Lily Waterhouse, you are now grounded!" Mom rambled angrily. I could only listen in amazement as I chewed my food. How did she say all that without catching her breath? Mom could definitely become a rapper if she wanted to.

Just as I was imagining Mom as a rapper, she redirected her glare at me, causing me to gulp down my food, almost choking on them.

I slowly lowered my food down. When her gaze didn't soften even after having looked at me for a few seconds, I knew I was next.