torture me.
Why in the hell was the curtain open anyway? Was karma out to get me?
I swear to God if I survived my first hangover, I would never endure another one. Why? Because I would never let Annie convince me to drink—e ver again .
Another consideration crossed my mind. Note to self, stop making so many promises to God, I had to keep those suckers. I groaned once again at the idea of going to confession.
I finally screwed up my courage and gave into the incredible urge to pee. I rolled out of bed and fell onto all fours. With a groan, I laid my head against the cool hard wood floor. Man, the floor felt so good. I wondered if it was possible to stay here today. My bladder chose that moment to let me know it was still waiting. No, the bathroom came first. I tried hard not to move my poor abused body any more than necessary. With consternation, I looked across the endless miles of space to my bathroom door.
I nearly peed myself then and there when instead of a clear path to my destination I saw two large black boots attached to denim covered legs. Blearily, I stared, confused for a moment, before squealing and backtracking as fast as I was able. I only made it a couple of inches before my back came up against the bed.
Afraid to look up but knowing I had to. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and raised my head. With a squint, I opened one eye to look into the face of my doom. Awww hell, I opened both eyes, reckoning I would have preferred the serial killer I had imagined. My brother stood in front of me with his arms crossed over a muscled chest. Unfortunately for me, he looked to be firmly in full-on cop mode.
"Crap, crap, and crap," I swore. “Hiya, Sean.” I tried to smile at him but failed miserably as the miniature horrific men in my head took up the hammer swinging once again. Sean glared down at me and began to speak in his best superior than thou voice.
“Really, Dia, if I were going to kill you, do you think I would make sure you had the time to check me out?”
Man, you could cut that sarcasm with a knife.
“Ummm…maybe?” I whined. “You might have been one of those guys who like to play with their victims before doing horrible things to them.”
“Yeah, let’s talk about that for a moment.” He scowled down at me. “Want to tell me how you ended up in the situation you did last night? Why, at two a.m., on a Thursday morning I had to come and haul you home. Drunk, battered, and bruised? In fact, do you have any idea how it felt to walk into that pub to see my baby sister filthy and bleeding. Not to mention unconscious?”
With a sigh, he sat on the floor beside me and reached an arm around to pull me closer.
“Baby girl, I’ve seen so many young women like you. All of them full of life and innocent to the horrors of this world. I have watched their bodies pulled from the river or found them sliced up and left in a skip. I don’t want that to be you, Dia.
"I wasn’t happy when you decided to move to London on your own in the first place. However, I said she is a grown woman. She’s sensible and knows how to take care of herself. Where’s that girl, Dia? The responsible sister that I promised mum and dad you were and would grasp how to take care of herself and stay out of trouble.”
Swallowing hard, I looked up at Sean. It was amazing how he had the ability to make me feel like I was ten again. At that moment, I wanted to break down and cry.
Damn it, I am not a child , I thought. It’s time to stop acting like the little girl my family obviously believed I was. They will never treat me like the adult I am if I keep giving into them. A deep breath later, I looked at Sean and got ready to tell him that I had to live my own life.
“I’m sorry, Sean. I honestly did not go out looking for trouble. Annie and I went out for my birthday last night. It was supposed to be a quiet night because it was a weeknight. We managed to get separated.” No way was I going to tell him about
Why in the hell was the curtain open anyway? Was karma out to get me?
I swear to God if I survived my first hangover, I would never endure another one. Why? Because I would never let Annie convince me to drink—e ver again .
Another consideration crossed my mind. Note to self, stop making so many promises to God, I had to keep those suckers. I groaned once again at the idea of going to confession.
I finally screwed up my courage and gave into the incredible urge to pee. I rolled out of bed and fell onto all fours. With a groan, I laid my head against the cool hard wood floor. Man, the floor felt so good. I wondered if it was possible to stay here today. My bladder chose that moment to let me know it was still waiting. No, the bathroom came first. I tried hard not to move my poor abused body any more than necessary. With consternation, I looked across the endless miles of space to my bathroom door.
I nearly peed myself then and there when instead of a clear path to my destination I saw two large black boots attached to denim covered legs. Blearily, I stared, confused for a moment, before squealing and backtracking as fast as I was able. I only made it a couple of inches before my back came up against the bed.
Afraid to look up but knowing I had to. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and raised my head. With a squint, I opened one eye to look into the face of my doom. Awww hell, I opened both eyes, reckoning I would have preferred the serial killer I had imagined. My brother stood in front of me with his arms crossed over a muscled chest. Unfortunately for me, he looked to be firmly in full-on cop mode.
"Crap, crap, and crap," I swore. “Hiya, Sean.” I tried to smile at him but failed miserably as the miniature horrific men in my head took up the hammer swinging once again. Sean glared down at me and began to speak in his best superior than thou voice.
“Really, Dia, if I were going to kill you, do you think I would make sure you had the time to check me out?”
Man, you could cut that sarcasm with a knife.
“Ummm…maybe?” I whined. “You might have been one of those guys who like to play with their victims before doing horrible things to them.”
“Yeah, let’s talk about that for a moment.” He scowled down at me. “Want to tell me how you ended up in the situation you did last night? Why, at two a.m., on a Thursday morning I had to come and haul you home. Drunk, battered, and bruised? In fact, do you have any idea how it felt to walk into that pub to see my baby sister filthy and bleeding. Not to mention unconscious?”
With a sigh, he sat on the floor beside me and reached an arm around to pull me closer.
“Baby girl, I’ve seen so many young women like you. All of them full of life and innocent to the horrors of this world. I have watched their bodies pulled from the river or found them sliced up and left in a skip. I don’t want that to be you, Dia.
"I wasn’t happy when you decided to move to London on your own in the first place. However, I said she is a grown woman. She’s sensible and knows how to take care of herself. Where’s that girl, Dia? The responsible sister that I promised mum and dad you were and would grasp how to take care of herself and stay out of trouble.”
Swallowing hard, I looked up at Sean. It was amazing how he had the ability to make me feel like I was ten again. At that moment, I wanted to break down and cry.
Damn it, I am not a child , I thought. It’s time to stop acting like the little girl my family obviously believed I was. They will never treat me like the adult I am if I keep giving into them. A deep breath later, I looked at Sean and got ready to tell him that I had to live my own life.
“I’m sorry, Sean. I honestly did not go out looking for trouble. Annie and I went out for my birthday last night. It was supposed to be a quiet night because it was a weeknight. We managed to get separated.” No way was I going to tell him about
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