To The Place I Belong

ETHAN

The thought that she ever had a sister who was now buried deep in the grave disturbed me like a madman. But it disturbed me even more when I thought of the scenario where I asked about the cause and she just said, “Never ask me that again.” And then she just barked at us to leave.

“Hey asshole, what film are we watching tonight?” said Eliza while sitting on the couch, ready to watch a film.
“Hey! First of all young kids don’t say that word.” Jesus where did she learn that.
“But why? You say that to Ben and George all the time.”
“Because am older than you are and it’s a Ben-Ethan-George thing alright?”
“But that’s unfair-”
“Is that so? Okay then no movie tonight”
“Okay” she was angry. Damn angry. I could understand by the sound of ‘okay’. “I won’t. But what movie are we watching tonight.”
I had absolutely no idea what sort of movie would interest her and me simultaneously. Mom and dad would be away on account of an invitation where they wouldn’t take us. To be true I wasn’t even keen on it. It’s nice to be home and not care about a conversation one would have to endure with a mob of screwed up people. In this regard, Eliza was quite social. In fact she was keen on going anywhere you would take her.

“Okay Ethan time to go. See you soon.” Both dad and mom kissed our foreheads. 
Dad was already in the car while mom lectured me about ‘how to treat your little sister while your parent’s are away’ kind of thing.  “Ben and George will be here. Why don’t you tidy up the room a bit? I sometimes feel I have failed as a mother.”
“Oh woman you didn’t” I said kissing her hand.
“Listen.” She said in haste while straightening her dress, “Be nice to her, don’t do bizarre stunts where you will hurt your sister”
“Okay” I said with a big nod.
“Don’t sell off her organs while we are away.”
“Okaaaay.”
“And don’t demolish the house.” Her face looked really scared and tensed. “That should be enough.”

I relaxed a little bit when I heard our little old Toyota honking away in the drive way. Eliza was still sore and argued about a horror movie she wanted to watch so I let her.
“So when you turn up in my room at 1 am, I am going to call a bunch of zombies to tell you a goodnight story. That’s a deal.”
She laughed sulking “Don’t be a kid there are no zombies. There’s no such thing.”
“Then I will call mom and dad right away. That would do.”
She made another sulking expression and turned away from me. Just when I was about to ring up George and Ben I heard the doorbell. In no time George and Ben barged in, each with booze in hand and made hooting sounds that distracted Eliza and she sulked even more.

They both placed the bottle on the kitchen slab securely and then I knew it was time. Time to let the morons bash me up. They charged straight towards me. George held me by my neck.
“Georgie that’s my move leave him” Ben said while punching me in my intestines.
“No he has to liberate himself from my hound like grip.”
“Ohkay then here I come” and they both jumped at me mercilessly while I fidgeted to liberate myself. “I will take you both down soon wait for my kick-ass move.”

Eliza who was trying to concentrate with all her might turned round and yelled, “WILL YOU GUYS SHUT IT ? RIGHT NOWWW-”
“Hey woman why so rude?” asked Ben still locking his legs with mine.
“Because I cannot watch my horror movie without witnessing your crude horror show.”
I gasped for breath. It had evidently been a free-for-all sort of a thing. I managed to say somehow, “She is just sulking because I forbade her from using the word ‘shit’”
“Oh that’s terrible” said George, “but that’s what you are. How is she to address you?”
To this Eliza had a delightful giggle.
“Shut up you moronic ass hole”
“Say ‘I give up’ before we pull your hands and feet apart”
“Man I give up! Leave me!” I was really running out of breath now.

We boozed upstairs in my bedroom of course leaving Eliza after asking thrice “Sure? You’re not going to come running”, “Are you sure you are not going to wet the sofa. Am not worried about you but that shit cost us a fortune you know”, “Sure, are you?”