She and everyone else (except Blade, Mia, and I) had been asleep. “What happened? Are there MONKEYS in the walls?” Snow asked, groggily. “You know what, Blade? If you don’t shut the hell up, I’ll punch you so hard that you’ll be giddy about JB. “Are we there yet?” Blade asked, yet again. “Let’s just go,” I said, with tears in my eyes. “Scythe,” Ren called, “C’mon, man, don’t get worked up. “Can’t you take a fucking HINT? She hates you! She hates Leonard, your rapist husband! You’d listen to a WOMAN BEATER before you’d listen to your children!” “What the hell is WRONG with you?” Scythe shouted, carrying me to the car. “Wait,” my mom said, grabbing my shoulders. “Everyone ready?” I asked, tying my hair up in a floppy bun. I packed every piece of band merch I had. “Get everyone up we have a big day ahead of us.”Īfter everyone was up, we started packing. “Oh, shit,” Scythe said, and sat up so abruptly that he hit his head off of Blade’s top bunk. I fell off the daybed with a loud thud on my ass. “Yeagghh.” That happened sometimes and Leonard called us ‘gay’ for it, even though we were (legally mom adopted me) sisters. So that night, we agreed that we were gonna pack and run away at 4:30 PM tomorrow. We all live here, even as eighteen and nineteen year-olds. The teacher called her a slut with no future, though, and Snow is bipolar, so… yeah.Īny who, there are six of us: Ren, Scythe, Blade, Snow, Sparrow, and I, Esme. She was 20, but still stuck with us because she was charged with assault (she kicked a pregnant teacher and caused the baby to have brain damage) right before she moved out. “But first he’ll suck my fat ass NUTS,” our oldest sister, Snow, piped up. “I’ll slit his throat and watch him DIE.” A small smile crossed his face. He had the get-the-fuck-away-from-me look in his eyes. “That woman beating motherfucker better sleep with one eye open!” Ren exploded. “Sissies!” Scythe yelled jumping up to hug us. We walked across the hall to our brothers’ room. “Today’s my nineteenth birthday, fer fuck’s sake! I wanted to meet Danny Worsnop!” I put my hand to my face. I walked back to our room and started to cry. He slugged a good one across poor Sparrow’s face. And I don’t know who the fuck you’re calling ‘bitches’.” “Listen here, you sick fuck,” Sparrow said, shocking herself, me, and Leonard, “we’re not your punching bags or your sex slaves. “Uhm,” I stalled, “to the, ah, bathroom?” “Where the hell,” he began, “do you bitches think you’re going?” Mum’s gone on business so only he was there. “Sorry,” she replied, as our mom’s door swung open and her husband, Leonard, stepped out of it. We woke up at three thirty AM so we could go to the airport to fly to an Asking Alexandria concert. “C’mon, Sparrow! Leonard’s gonna hear us if you don’t tell your damn feet to shut the HELL up,” I barked.
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