Brother's Run

Chapter 2: Lost in O's House.

WARNING: Strong language.

Chapter 2: Lost in O's House.

"What the hell Loni! How'd you beat me here?" Rory came up behind me jogging to a stop and I handed him an open bottle of beer. He was breathing heavy and took a swig from the glass opening.

"Don't always go for the obvious jump, i***t. That s**t's gonna take you forevaaa!" I spoke happily but it didn't reflect on my brother's face.

"s**t, how many have you had already?"

"Two, not including this one" I raised the one in my hand. "But mind you… I drank them in like, five minutes. Ha." I could hear myself slur the whispered better than if I had just tried saying it normally. I got a young roll of the eyes and I found myself smiling like a fool at him.

"Looks like I'm keeping guard tonight." He gave a sigh, "... Fuun…" The sarcasm was not lost on me, I just gave him a reassuring arm over his shoulder as I scanned the open room. Lots of girls from school were here and they'd been chugging back the drinks.

Then... I seen an all-too-familiar head of golden hair, perfectly hair sprayed into a tight bun. The girl had spotted me, but a crowd of people blocked her vision of Rory. It was never too far off to assume we were together though. Emily was weaving her way through the crowd and I whispered in my brother's ear.

"The witch is coming, run. Right, right, right, go!" Rory was gone in a split second, slipping through the crowd like a pro. I looked back to Emily and she gave me a flying daggers death stare before trying to break a new path through the swarm of bodies - moving faster now that the music picked up.

I couldn't help but laugh, it was his own fault for leading so many hopeless girls on. They all thought Rory was the one, the sweetest of them all. His baby doll face and big blue eyes made all the girls cream in their pants with just a look. It caught him some strange fish, Emily being one of them. My little brother was a player, a sweet doe eyed player and all the girls were blinded by his looks to see.

"Nnn, yay! Hey there Loni, thought I seen a tall handsome devil." A small brown haired girl stumbled into my chest, as she slurred her words. Another Rory follower.

"Hey Sarah... What's up?" I already knew what was up, but I took hold of her arm just above her elbow and attempted to steady her.

"I'm just fine, cutie. Now w-where's your brother?" She looked all around me, f*****g shallow b***h.

"Oh, f**k off." I let go of her elbow and she went fumbling into a punky guy standing close by. Taking the last swig of my beer, I handed off the bottle to a random person as I walked past. Sure I was a bit of a d**k sometimes, but I wouldn't mind one of those girls throwing themselves my way. I sure wasn't ugly, but all girls would see my little brother and the damn cute face would take them. I didn't mind to much, they got what they deserved when my brother just tossed them aside for the next one.

Weaving my way through the swarm of bodies grinding against each other in what they'd call 'dancing' tomorrow. I soon found myself in the kitchen once again and looking for more bottles of beer. Opening the few coolers on the large wooden table, they'd either been emptied with melted ice in the bottom or filled with fruity coolers. I turned my attention to the fridge and I'd hit the jackpot, opening the doors feeling the heavenly shine of the small cool room. It was packed full and I grabbed three bottles, popping one open and holding onto the other two.

I was now feeling the buzz of the drinks waving thought my body. I started to wandered down a sparsely packed hall and in my haze I welcomed the dimming noise. The long hallway started leading me to a whole new part to the house that no one was hanging in. It was a blissful peace that I glided on and I continued to fuel my alcoholic ride into - what seemed like - a new world. The statues stood out more and the marbled crafted angles, demons, horses and ghouls of all shapes burst with such detail it was hard to pry my eyes from. The pictures that hung on the wall became more detailed with thick gold burnt frames. Nothing like the abstract simple art that hung out in the public eye.

"A little far from the party, aren't we?"

I spun around to catch where the voice had come from, a tall man with ghastly green eyes and slicked back, blonde hair towered over me. "Sometimes you need a little silence..." I got caught in the deep green eyes before clearing my throat and taking to a taught defense. "Besides who are you to ask s**t like that to someone you don't even know." I pointed my finger with the open bottle in hand, "It's not like I was breaking crap or anything." My eyes had gone over the man in front of me again and the presence of him sunk in.

"Well I do live here. So I'd think that does give me the right to ask what you're doing here." He c****d an eyebrow at me. His voice dark with something that demanded respect and I was suddenly hit with a wall of fear that my mind rattled against.

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