Hi everyone! I'm back with a new story based on Cal and Ethan's younger days this story won't be at all as long as the last but I'm currently on Christmas holidays and so have plenty of writing and updating time and so I'll try to get a new chapter up every day, like last time. I had some suggestions for new stories and Cal and Ethan's past seemed to be the most suggested and so here it is. I also have two other stories I'm currently writing and will hopefully publish in the future. Anyway! Here's the first chapter of my second casualty story. I'd love to know what you think, Kayxxx :)
Chaper One
"Mum's sick again" Ethan whispered into his older brother's room. Getting no reply he continued, "..dad hasn't come home" he sighed. This sentence would usually be followed by the words "I'm scared" but this had been becoming so much of a frequent occurrence that it was becoming a normal thing. Nothing to be scared of, he'd show his face again after a couple of days only to come back and get some money before disappearing off again into the unknown land of drunken men as a 14 year old Ethan would like to refer to it, a more understanding 17 year old Caleb knew fully well it was their local pub. A place Cal would refer to as their Father's home, their actual home being known as his "second home" as he spent more time in the pub than he did with his family. A muffled sigh came from under Cal's duvet. "...I've missed the bus for school" Ethan continued to explain awkwardly. "And let me guess you need a lift?!" Cal yelled angrily sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes. "For God sake Ethan you can't keep relying on me for everything! I've got my own life to deal with as well you know!" He continued to yell placing his head in his hands, Ethan looked at an empty bottle of vodka that lay on the floor beside Cal's bed, "clearly" Ethan rolled his eyes unimpressed. "Unlike you Caleb I actually want to do good in life, and taking part in school plays a huge part in that - no matter how much I may hate it - I'm not ending up like dad. I would've been on time for the bus but I had to make mum some breakfast, something you promised her you'd do..yeah remember that? Don't worry I've done it, sorry it's too much trouble for you to care for your own mother. Now unless you want me to take in that bottle of vodka and the other bottles you've got hidden under your bed along with the cigarettes to her room and show her then I suggest you get ready and take me to school." Ethan threatened. Cal looked at his younger brother in stunned silence at his outburst, he opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Ethan "I'll be in the hall" he spoke turning out of Cal's room and down the stairs.
Cal sat on the edge of his bed and picked up the empty bottle of vodka. He stared at it for awhile re-thinking everything his younger brother had just spoken to him. It saddened him to think that although Ethan was younger, he was already more mature. He already knew what he wanted to do in life which was become a doctor, this was mainly brought on by his desperate desire to make his mother better (His childhood fantasies consisted of him finding a cure for his mother's incurable and terminal disease), he had his university down in London already picked out, this university would be on his lips constantly often boring his family members by babbling on about how excited he was to attend. He was doing so well in school that he had sat his GCSE's a year early, getting A*'s all around, obviously, and was currently studying medical studies whilst the rest of his fellow pupils were just preparing to revise for their GCSE's, he had no interest in drinking, in smoking, in getting girls. The only thing that interested him was getting out of home. This was an admiration both brothers shared, with Cal leaving school at the age of 14, Ethan was already steps ahead of him for leaving.
Cal had no idea what he wanted in life, the only thing that was on the hormone-crazed 17 year old's mind was sex and partying. He had no interest what so ever in getting a job. After leaving school at 14 (well, being expelled for constantly fighting) Cal was put on a course so he would still get the knowledge he needed to pass his GCSE's, luckily it helped and Cal passed his exams by the skin of his teeth a second try around, with study periods with his younger brother giving him an advantage also. He secretly wished he had some of the will power his younger brother did. If he was old enough, Ethan would be out working right this minute and would have probably been promoted to the highest position whereas Cal would have to go out and practically beg for a job. Who would take on a 17 year old who got kicked out of school, failed their exams once, passed with the lowest possible grades, Who's only interests are playing video games, sleeping with girls and getting drunk, in the time spent not looking after his poorly mother, drunken father, and playing both parent role for his younger brother. Cal did have one thing on his younger brother though, he could drive. Cal learnt how to drive when he was 16 (although not getting his license until he was 17, the legal age) taught by his uncle who was a driving instructor, after his mother almost lost her life as she had collapsed and the ambulance was taking too long to show. Cal decided it would be best to learn how to drive in case anything along these lines happened again, he could drive his mother to this hospital as quickly as possible.
He shook his head and rolled the empty bottle under his bed before standing up and heading to his mother's room. He grabbed her car keys that were placed on her bedside table "I'm taking Ethan to school mum, I'm taking your car" he whispered into the darkness. "I love you" he kissed his mum's forehead before leaving. "Finally!" Ethan spoke sarcastically as Cal made his way down the stairs "Car's open" Cal called back.