Chapter One: Mr. Tequila
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"When did this happen?!" My mother shook me against the wall at our back door, "How! WHY?"
Tears ran down my face, I choked on every word that I attempted to say.
"…Sorry," I held my hands up to my face, "for I have sinned."
Her arms wrapped around me like, a warm fuzzy blanket. Ones she'd make me when I was young. When we were close…
Her sky blue eyes twinkle. I hold the infant in my arms. She smiles. I set the infant in a small basket like cradle. I take my towel off and jump into the tub. I take off all of my jewelry and set them on the side of the tub. I clench my left hand- the one the held the small bottle containing a letter. I'm Sorry For I Have Sinned. I hold my breath as I sink into the hot steaming water. I close my eyes.
I say my last goodbyes to my little girl.
"Firiel Princess Dee, are you up yet?" My mother screamed at me for the fifth time.
It was 7:38am
I never did get to beat my record… of 8:02 am
The bus came at 8:15am
I laughed and rolled out of bed.
"Yes mom I'm up."
I grabbed a random shirt off of my floor and slipped it over my black skull tank top. I stumbled across my bedroom to my closet. Why the hell does my head hurt so much? I found my black tight pants and slipped them over my silky heart boxers.
I opened and slammed my door- dragging my black and white checkered messenger bag behind me.
"What happened last night?" I flopped on the couch, "My head hurts like a bitch!"
My twin brother Christopher sat across from me shaking his head.
"What are you looking at?" I threw my converse shoe at his head, "STOP IT!"
"Sorry, but I can't get over the fact you would do something like that. You're fifteen, Firiel!" The boy grinned.
Firiel Princess Dee:
Age: 15 older twin only by three minutes and thirty three seconds.
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: hazel
Hand: left
Christopher Charles Dee:
Age: 15
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: blue
Hand: left
"Heard mom called you by your FULL name this morning, Princess!" Christopher bugged me.
I turned around… may be to walk away, from conflict. I hated it. Mom and Dad fought a lot. After we moved, Dad moved on with his man-whore business and Mom went many moons with out dating…which was great for us and not so good for her. She was lonesome. I felt bad but then again she has us two kids.
"Taking the bus this morning guys?" Mom handed us our lunches, "Firiel where were you last night?"
My eyes widened. Busted. Good God this can't be good. I would have to come up with a lame excuse… to cover myself. And possibly Akira. Oh God. I was having a flipping hang over! What was I thinking? May be shouldn't go out on school nights anymore.
I smiled and nodded, "Akira and I were out last night… doing homework. "
"Haha.. " Christopher started eating his sub- the one mom packed for him… for school.
"Really? Because you didn't come home til' 4:30 am!" My mother directed my brother to get out of the room.
I don't remember this at all! What happened last night?
"I'm going to miss the bus mom. We should talk about this later today,"
She's not going to buy this Firiel! What are you thinking? YOU HATE TAKING THE BUS!
I giggled. "Bye Mom!!"
I rushed out of the door and followed my twin down the road to my bus stop.
"What happened last night?" I asked Christopher.
"Well… for one, Akira wasn't with you for the show."
"What?" I stopped and threw my bag on the ground, "Where was she? I could have gotten raped or something!"
"YOU DO REMEMBER!" Christopher handed me my bag, "I knew it."
"Fine you got me. But I seriously I don't remember anything after some hottie started feeding me tequila."
I was raised in a Christian home. Believe it or not I was…
That was when Dad lived with us still. At that time we went by "The Book" "The Word" or what ever was referred to "The Bible"
Either way… we went by it. When Dad left… mom got into a huge drinking problem. She always told us that it helped her with her pain. I never understood why. Not until' it started affecting us. Mainly me though. Christopher went to his best friend, Toby's house most of the time. My best friend, Akira stayed at my house as much as she could. I was afraid of leaving my mother in her drunken state. There was once a night where I was trying to help my mother in the bathroom, and she hit me. Clearly, I got in her way. I didn't mean too. I'm so sorry mom!
I cried so much. I called Akira and sneaked her into my house and we drank all night. I was twelve. I was so bombed too. Both Akira and I were. The next morning, we were so scared, my mother coming into my bedroom, beer bottles, wine glasses and empty shot glasses scattered across my bedroom floor. Two pre-teens half naked past out in the closet? My mother never made it up the stairs in time to notice my mistake. I think may be she attempted to climb the stairs and failed - miserably I might add. Since then… Akira and I kept that secret. Only my twin knew about it. I had to tell him. He was my other half and we shared everything. I was happy to know Akira understood, she understands my relationship with Christopher.
"Who gave you tequila?" My brother smiled, "You're right he was hot."
What the…
"I didn't hear you. What?" I shook my head in disbelief, "He was hot?"
"Yup."
Christopher began to walk away. That bustard He fed me tequila!
"Chris! You ass!"
"I'm so sorry, Firiel, but you were having and crappy time so I added some kick to your drink."
It's too bad that I couldn't kill my brother. My connection would be lost.
"What happened? Where was Akira?" I stopped. I was crying. How stupid!
My twin hugged me and apologized. He felt bad. He knew about my mistake- that one night he left me alone with mom.
"We should go now."
By the time we got to school I was asked thirty-two times "did you have fun last night?"
I felt awkward.
HOMEROOM:
"Hey, where were you last night?" I leaned over my desk, "Akira, please say you didn't leave me with Mr. tequila!"
My best friend, Akira Shophard, age sixteen. Black hair with shots of white streaks. Lime green contacts and really skinny.
Akira smiled and blew her side bangs out of her face, "Some guy… who looked a lot like your brother took you out. After that you were dancing on the table in the living room… at someone's house across the street."
First class. Science. It's such a head ache. The teacher spat when he talked. I stayed as far away as I could.
Akira saved a seat for me in the lab.
"Over here, Firiel! Here!" A preppy girl, Francine Glob pointed at a seat beside her, "C'mon! I want to talk to you."
I rolled my eyes and walked over to my saved spot.
"What does she want?" I unzipped my binder and pulled out my unfinished homework.
The teacher began talking. I was so hung-over. I didn't understand anything. My vision became blurry. I closed my eyes.
"Ms. Princess."
I opened my eyes. English? I looked around the room. Sure enough, I was in my next class and the last person I wanted to see when I awoke was standing in front of me.
"Don't call me that." I stretched, "Bitch."
Francine stood still, possibly with a carrot shoved up her anus. One hand oh ner hip and the other holding onto a small pink and purple tote bag.
"You loved it. When everyone else called you that."
Francine Globs… the end of all my happiness… at school that is. She ruins everything.
"So, Princess, have fun last night?" The blonde scratched her head, "By the way, you left foot prints on my mother's coffee table."
Francine giggled with her friends and twirled her finger in her hair.
That coffee table? NO WAY!
"That was your house?" I sighed, "You live across from Akira?"
Akira laughed, "Yes she does. She also owns the amusement park behind my house."
"Did I mention, that your so called best friend, Akira, left you behind… for your brother to get you drunk?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Christopher Charles Dee- does not do parties. In fact he has more fun staring at the wall with Toby telling each other funny jokes.
"She left with some guy." Akira stated.
"I did? Who was he? All I remember is…"
Francine ran her finger down my nose, "He was really, really hot."
"And you liked tequila!" One of Francine's girl friends added.
My head is killing me! What am I going to do? Tequila? Hot boy? Francine's house? Akira.. ?
"Hey, Francine, may be you should just walk away now. She's had a long night. Goodbye now." Akira stood up out of her chair and pointed back at Francine's desk.
"Thanks." I set my head on my desk.
To tell you the truth, I have never had a hang over on a school day. I managed to maintain my partying for weekends or holidays. Usually, I was with Akira and we stayed at her house or mine. This went too far. I went too far. For all I know, this boy I was with- could have drugged me up and took advantage of me!