Eladea

Chapter 1

Sage's POV

Hoisting my bag onto my shoulder, I walk out the store and make my way to the house.

I never called it home.

Because it wasn't one. Well, not since mom left anyway.

The wind blew back my wavy brown hair as I walk down the road. I look around at the familiar sights with my forest green eyes, them always landing on the same place, my best friends house. I run the rest of the way to the house.

I take out my key and open the door. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol fills my lungs immediately as I try my hardest not to gag.

The house was dark, as per usual. All the blinds were closed, all the doors were locked. My dad sat in his spot on the couch. The TV was at full volume, blasting the sound to the rest of the house. Trash and beer bottles surrounded him, as well as multiple cases of cigarettes. I speed walk past him, hoping he doesn't notice me, but as always, he does.

"Oi, where'ur grocery bags. Thought I told ya ta get me som food." His gravely, and slurred, always drunk, voice says.

He looks as terrible as he sounds. He has a giant pot belly and a scraggly beard. He has my brown hair but he has grey eyes. He currently had a cigarette in his mouth and I was certain he was gonna ask for more.

"Uh...I don't believe you did father but I'm sure I just miss heard you." He in fact didn't tell me to get groceries, but whatever he says goes.

"Well what're ya doin jus standin there, go n get som!" He yells. I flinch as he does, my hand subconsciously going to the scar on my chin.

I had gotten the scar not long after mom had left. Father was a great man when she was still here. He was kind and gentle and strong willed. But when she left he changed. It had only been a few days after she had packed everything up when he snapped. I had been having an argument with him. He had been telling me to get a job, even though I was only 14. He had been cooking dinner and had been chopping up the vegetables. He whipped around and cut I deep gash on my chin. He had yelled at me some more, telling me he would do worse than that to my brother every time I disobeyed him. So that's why I obey him. No matter what it is.

I walked down the hall and placed my bag down in my room before picking up a different one. The one I had put down was for my jobs. The new one was for groceries and another hobby of mine.

I walk into the kitchen to see Liam, my brother, cleaning. That was our arrangement. I got two jobs and made the money, as well as spend it on groceries, and he would clean the house and take care of Father.

Liam was 14. He had golden brown hair that he was trying to grow out into a man bun, but it wasn't quite there. He was tall for his age, around 5'5. He always wore t-shirts and shorts no matter the season. He has an American accent like the whole family. He had my forest green eyes and the same face shape as me.

His face lightened up at the sight of me and he ran over to hug me. I was only a little taller than him at 5'10. My hair that went down to my shoulder blades fell down in front of my face. I kept it relatively short because it was already a struggle to maintain with my non existent showers.

I was 6 years older than him at 20 years old. I hadn't even graduated high school. When I was 17 I dropped out of school so I could get another job to support Liam. But I was planning to go to college. I was actually scheduled to leave tomorrow.