"Reanna!" Paul yelled to her, as his fist slammed against her bedroom door.
"Go away!" She groaned, and pulled the covers up over her throbbing head.
"It's noon, Reanna! You need to get your ass out here! Rachel and I have to talk to you!"
She sighed, and managed to push herself up out of bed, sliding on the closest tshirt to go with her shorts.
"What the hell do you want?" She asked, sitting on the chair opposite of her brother.
"This is getting out of control. You didn't get home until, what? Three in the morning?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, you re fucking sixteen years old! I don't even know how you're getting into these places, nonetheless how you're managing to get your hands on alcohol! And I can smell marijuana every time I walk by your room!"
"Great, that's awesome. Can I go now?"
Rachel, who had both of her arms wrapped around one of his, looked up at Paul, a small, hopeless frown on her face.
"Look, this is your first week back in La Push. Maybe you want to think about starting over."
Reanna had just moved back in with her older brother, Paul, and his girlfriend, Rachel. It was actually Rachel's idea. Paul had told her about how their parents fought all the time, and were never home, leaving Reanna free to do what she wanted, they didn t care anyway.
"Why would I start over? I'm having fun with my old La Push friends."
"No, you just want to keep getting high and wasted every night. But I'm trying to take care of you. Brady and Collin told me that you were late to every class again yesterday."
"Bull shit! They're only in two of my classes! And they're only Sophomores!"
"That doesn't even matter, Reanna. If you don't start getting yourself together, I'm going to send you to Seattle."
"Seattle? What the fuck do you expect me to do in Seattle?"
"Rach knows about a rehab center there."
Reanna jumped up from her seat. "Hell no! I am not going to rehab!" She screamed.
Paul's frame shook. "Will you just calm down and listen for a minute!" He growled, causing her eyes, along with Rachel's, to widen slightly. She sat back down and Rachel softly rubbed up and down Paul's arm.
"The last thing I want to do," He spoke softer now, "is to send you to Seattle. But I m not just gonna to sit back and watch you fuck up your life. So you either have to work this out on your own, or let rehab help you work it out."
"Fine, Paul. Whatever." She stood, flipped her black hair out of her face, and stomped back to her bedroom to take off her makeup from the previous night.