5While rolling around on the floor in pain, I couldn't help but think, 'What a wonderful morning. Fuck, this should be a great day.'
After I got off the floor and finished getting ready, I headed downstairs. As usual, mom was cooking while dad was reading the paper. Adam was doing his late homework and looking as stoned as always. And there was Jake, sitting at his regular spot at the table and eating like the fucking pig he is.
"Mom, could you grab me some painkillers?" I asked her.
"Sure hun." She left the pancakes she was making to grab them. My headache was still strong from when I hit it off the floor.
"Not feeling well?" Mom asked as she returned with two pills in her hand.
"Yeah, not feeling well little sister?" Jake asked me, mock innocence plastered on his face.
I gave him a sweet smile and came back with, "No, not really my loving brother. I've got this bitch headache because someone slammed me into the ground this morning!"
"You started it!"
"Fuck that! I was listening to music!" I hollered.
"Lane, language." Dad said without looking up from his paper. See? Even my own father doesn't dare to call me by my real name.
"Whatever," I muttered.
It was quiet for a few moments before mom asked me if I wanted any pancakes.
"What kind?" I asked.
"Chocolate chip. Your favorite." She said with a smile.
"Hell yeah!" I exclaimed.
She gave me two and I buttered em' up and then drowned them in syrup. I was just about to dig in with my fork when my plate of scrumptious pancakes disappeared.
"What the..." I looked up and there was Jake… Eating my pancakes.
"Asshole!" I screamed. I lunged at him and he started to run away, my pancakes still in his hand.
"Give me my fucking pancakes!"
"Ohh… They're sooo good," he moaned.
I chased him into our monstrously-sized living room. He jumped across the glass coffee table and began eating my pancakes. I started to run around the table but then he started to. Ugh! I hate this game. You just end up running around and around in circles trying to catch each other. There's no way to win, unless…
I needed to distract him first. "You are such a dick! Why must you eat my pancakes?"
"'Cause they're yummy," he said through a mouthful.
"Pig."
"Whore!"
"Hey!" I complained.
"Well it's true!" He fired back.
"Ehh… Not really. And I could say the same thing about you."
"Yeah, you could. But me sleeping with lots of girls, makes me the man. But you sleeping with lots of guys… That just makes you a whore."
"I know! And it's not fair!"
It's true. Maybe I do sleep around. But I know for a fact that he's far worse than me. But it's also true that him fucking a whole bunch of girls does make him the man. Society is so unfair.
"Well life's not fair," he said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Now I have to go to school hungry, with a killer headache, and I'll be late thanks to my jackass brother," I whined.
I turned away and took a couple steps towards the kitchen, and just as he started to relax, I turned back around and ran at him. There was a split second before I jumped over the coffee table that he tried to run away. But he was too late and I slammed into him mid-air causing us both to fall.
Jake dropped the plate of syrupy pancakes onto the carpet and I mentally cursed. Mom's gonna be pissed about that. Syrup is a bitch to get out of rug… Trust me, this isn't the first time something like this has happened.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Jake hollered.
"Getting my revenge!"
"Revenge for what?"
"Stealing my goddamned pancakes!"
And then I punched him right in the face. I hit just below his right eye, hard, and I knew that would leave at least a bruise. I could only hope for a black eye.
"Fucking bitch!" He roared.
"That's what you get!" I screamed.
I heard footsteps and then I was being lifted off my brother. I knew I wouldn't be able to get free, so I just relaxed and gave up.
"Alright alright. I get it, you can let me go now."
When I wasn't released, I turned to face my holder. I expected it to be dad, but no. Surprisingly I was looking up into the cold, bloodshot eyes of my other older brother, Adam.
"Let me go Adam." I told him icily.
Him and I had never really gotten along. Sure, Jake and I fought. But we both knew we loved each other. Our fights were never serious. Even if I had just given him a black eye, I knew he wasn't actually going to be mad at me. We got along and I knew he had my back and he knew I had his.
But Adam was different. Sure we were related, but either way, we just didn't click.
"If you don't… I'll tell mom and dad about you constantly getting high," I threatened him.
"Like it's not already obvious," he growled back, then disappeared back into the kitchen.
Mom was handing Jake a bag of frozen peas as Dad scolded me.
"You know better than to hurt your brother like that!"
"Well I was just standing up for myself. First he slams me into the floor and then steals my chocolate chip pancakes! Watch, tomorrow he'll be using my shampoo!" I hollered.
Dad chuckled at that but just said, "Okay, okay. Just try not to give him a black eye next time?"
"Fine. I'll try. But I'm not making any promises."
Dad left and I turned to Jake and mom.
"Mom, can I have some more pancakes?"
She looked up and glared at me. "No. Instead you can clean up all the syrup. Don't do a half-ass job."
"Yeah Lane, go clean it up," Jake said smugly.
I walked off to get a wet washcloth, grumbling to myself about all the injustice in the world.
I hope you guys like this story as much as I do. I seriously am having fun writing this and PLEASE REVIEW! I always encourage it. And yes Nicole… I also, kind-of, pictured Killian and I. Especially in this chapter. Lol… REVIEW, PLEASE!