Drabble Eight : Dolphins
I'm not fond of Ian's brother, Philip. Before my mother kidnapped Mandy and me, I was in seventh grade with Lip. We'd had one class together. Then, I had been glad for Lip's presence, due to him writing every one of my papers. Now, not so much. He's in my house basically every day now, hauled up in Mandy's room for hours on end. Occasionally they sack out on the sofa with movies and food. But only when Sandra isn't hogging the television.
Right now, the two are in the kitchen. I can hear them after I walk halfway in the front door. Ian's behind me, wasted and horny, hands trying to get under my coat. Every time I swat him away, he proves to be extremely persistent. I'd been in a hurry to get him in my room. Now I'm just frozen in place, panic killing my buzz. I reach back and punch Ian in the gut. He groans and shoves me, probably scowling.
"What the fuck, Mick?" Ian growls, actually growls. And much too loudly.
I'm just lucky that my sister and Ian's brother are apparently having an argument. They don't hear us, so I push Ian back outside and shut the door in his confused face. My back against the door, I ignore Ian's muffled cussing and listen in on Mandy and Lip. If I were a praying kind of person, I'd beg whatever is out there to get them out of here fast, before Ian's drunk ass walks through the other door and gives us away.
"Go on then!" I hear my sister screech. At this point, only dolphins can hear her.
"I don't see why you're overreacting!" Lip says, heated. "We never said we were together!"
"Fuck you, you insensitive asshole!" Mandy bellows and the sound of her slapping him resonates through the otherwise quiet house. "If she's better than me, then go have fun with her! But if you whore comes to you crying that I busted her spleen, don't think for a second I'll apologize and won't pay you the same favor!"
I listen for the kitchen door to slam. And then Mandy's crying at the table after she scoots out a chair. From where I'm standing, I can see her back. She's stooped over, hands in her hair. My sister's a real hard ass. It takes more for her to cry than it does for me to. So I know she's upset for real over this. It makes my blood boil. I can't bear hearing Mandy in tears.
Philip Gallagher is a dead man.
NOTE: Thanks for all the positive feedback, guys! I was worried about telling this in first person point of view, but I'm glad I did.
