#26
I was sitting down on my cream leather couch that looked ancient. Adam put his arms around me while Mandy held my hand to calm me down. I wasn't really sobbing but a drop of tear ran down my white pale cheeks. My hands trembled, my lips turned bright pink. I held Mandy's hand firmly as Adam rubbed my back.
"What the fuck is she doing?" I sniffed, trying to prevent myself from crying. I wasn't sad but because I was furious with what just happened, my tears were just waiting to fall. Adam shushed me as he tighten his arm and kissed my forehead. I could hear faint voices from upstairs, shouting and yelling; my brother and Sierra were arguing, no doubt. See, one thing I like about my brother is that he understands me and eventhough he annoys the crap out of me but he's protective and he sure wouldn't let anything happen to his only, baby sister.
The three of us looked up briefly when we heard footsteps thud running down the stairs. Sierra's eyes were red, covered with black mascara. Her soft red curls were tied up, her nose were just as red as her eyes. She looked at us, her eyes were sharp and threatening; her green emerald straight into my light hazel eyes. Her fist clenched tightly and her skinny but curvy legs trembled. She took her deadly eyes away from me, or us, and took an exit. Jack were standing on the stairs as she slammed the white wooden door.
"Alright, I got her story; now I want yours." Jack's voice was just as serious as before when he stood infront of me. I waited for someone to start talking but it became obvious when Jack wanted an answer.
"What did she say?" my voice almost inaudible. My brother nod his head, asking Adam to stand up and go to the kitchen. The black haired boy kissed on the top of my head and got up. he brushed his black skinny jeans and wandered off to the kitchen. Max had turned on the bright yellow light in my living room before he left. Jack didn't want any other people to get involved, eventhough Max was one of his good friends. I placed my head on Mandy's shoulder when jack started shouting at Adam. Mumbling voices came from the kitchen, 'I don't know what she wants!' Adam yelled back. I could hear my brother punched the table and shouted angrily; he demands an answer.
I shut my eyes tight and when I opened them, Jack was standing right in front of me. His brunette hair covered his eyes and he smelled of cigarettes and beer. He pushed his hair back, grabbed my arm, harshly and pulled me to the kitchen where Adam was sitting down on a chair with his palm covering his face. "Sit," Jack ordered me and continued, "now, y'all best be tellin' me what the hell's goin on. You little kids don't know nothin' but trouble." I sighed deeply and began to tell my brother about me and Adam,
"I made out with Adam. That's what I did, is that so wrong?" I said, defensively. Jack took his eyes away from me and he pulled the empty chair next to me. He sighed and rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. His expression didn't change from before, his features looked like he was made out of stone, chiselled into a perfect human sculpture.
I was sitting down on my cream leather couch that looked ancient. Adam put his arms around me while Mandy held my hand to calm me down. I wasn't really sobbing but a drop of tear ran down my white pale cheeks. My hands trembled, my lips turned bright pink. I held Mandy's hand firmly as Adam rubbed my back.
"What the fuck is she doing?" I sniffed, trying to prevent myself from crying. I wasn't sad but because I was furious with what just happened, my tears were just waiting to fall. Adam shushed me as he tighten his arm and kissed my forehead. I could hear faint voices from upstairs, shouting and yelling; my brother and Sierra were arguing, no doubt. See, one thing I like about my brother is that he understands me and eventhough he annoys the crap out of me but he's protective and he sure wouldn't let anything happen to his only, baby sister.
The three of us looked up briefly when we heard footsteps thud running down the stairs. Sierra's eyes were red, covered with black mascara. Her soft red curls were tied up, her nose were just as red as her eyes. She looked at us, her eyes were sharp and threatening; her green emerald straight into my light hazel eyes. Her fist clenched tightly and her skinny but curvy legs trembled. She took her deadly eyes away from me, or us, and took an exit. Jack were standing on the stairs as she slammed the white wooden door.
"Alright, I got her story; now I want yours." Jack's voice was just as serious as before when he stood infront of me. I waited for someone to start talking but it became obvious when Jack wanted an answer.
"What did she say?" my voice almost inaudible. My brother nod his head, asking Adam to stand up and go to the kitchen. The black haired boy kissed on the top of my head and got up. he brushed his black skinny jeans and wandered off to the kitchen. Max had turned on the bright yellow light in my living room before he left. Jack didn't want any other people to get involved, eventhough Max was one of his good friends. I placed my head on Mandy's shoulder when jack started shouting at Adam. Mumbling voices came from the kitchen, 'I don't know what she wants!' Adam yelled back. I could hear my brother punched the table and shouted angrily; he demands an answer.
I shut my eyes tight and when I opened them, Jack was standing right in front of me. His brunette hair covered his eyes and he smelled of cigarettes and beer. He pushed his hair back, grabbed my arm, harshly and pulled me to the kitchen where Adam was sitting down on a chair with his palm covering his face. "Sit," Jack ordered me and continued, "now, y'all best be tellin' me what the hell's goin on. You little kids don't know nothin' but trouble." I sighed deeply and began to tell my brother about me and Adam,
"I made out with Adam. That's what I did, is that so wrong?" I said, defensively. Jack took his eyes away from me and he pulled the empty chair next to me. He sighed and rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. His expression didn't change from before, his features looked like he was made out of stone, chiselled into a perfect human sculpture.
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