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I woke up the next morning feeling like I hadn't slept at all, my eyes felt puffy and swollen; I rubbed them trying to focus on my watch. Blinking slowly I realised it was late and Curly was still asleep beside me.
I sat up quickly and began shaking him but the only response I got was some deep growling as he kept his eyes firmly closed and his head buried in the pillow.
"Curly it's 8.30 in the morning, you're late for work!" I told him a bit too loud and too clear as if afraid he wouldn't hear me.
But he did and he sat up in bed his eyes trying to focus while he blinked and yawned. As his vision cleared the look in his eyes was a mixture of shock and realisation.
"Fuck" he muttered under his breath as I pulled on my socks sitting on the bed beside him.
He was off the bed in a second running around the room looking for his socks as he kept cursing under his breath. I watched him from the bed with a smile on my face; he looked cute running around like that, all dressed except for the socks, which I had removed when me and Tim put him to bed yesterday.
"Where're the fucking socks? Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Curly mumbled and then a look of pure green sickness rolled over his face and he ran out of the room.
I heard the muffled noises of him throwing up in the bathroom and I sighed wondering why he drank so much. Tim had been right last night, this wasn't the worst Curly had been, even I had seen him lots worse, but I didn't really get why he did it.
I got up and search the floor for a while quickly finding the socks he'd been searching for. Taking them with me to the bathroom I found Curly on the floor by the toilette, his unruly black sweaty curls sticking to his forehead.
"Frank's gonna kill me" he said faintly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got up off the floor.
I gave him the socks not bothering to answer him. Frank wasn't going to kill him, cause strangely enough he liked Curly and besides Frank was my dad's best friend so he wouldn't fire my boyfriend just because he was late. Frank was always partying with my parents himself so he would only give Curly a slap on the back of his head and then forget about it.
Curly put the socks on in a haste and ran down the stairs without another word to me, I shrugged and walked back to bed.
Sometimes Curly could be so indifferent and careless towards me as if he took me for granted, normally it would make my stomach turn but today I was too tiered to care.
As I was doing the dishes from mine and Angel's breakfast of plain black coffee, there wasn't much else to eat, the doorbell rang.
Opening it I stood face to face with the brown haired girl Tim had been with last night.
She was beautiful, all her features clean and classical but still I felt my heart contract in dislike for her. What could Tim see in this girl? Probably nothing but an easy lay I thought, thinking back to some things Curly had told me about his brother's relationships, they were purely physical.
"Tim in?" the girl asked as she fixed her beautiful but empty eyes on mine.
"No, he ain't in" I answered coldly, not being able to keep my feelings about her to myself.
The look in her eyes turned defiant and angry.
"Just came by to get my cardigan" she said and flipped her long air over her shoulder and smiled confidently "I left it in his room last night".
I sighed in response to her hinting about her and Tim as if I didn't already know what had gone on between them in his room. I didn't want to be reminded cause the sounds from last night was constantly replaying in the back of my mind making a lump of uneasiness grow in my stomach.
"I'll just come back later, when he's home…" she began but I cut her off not liking the idea of her coming back.
"I'll go up and get it for ya" my voice was a bit sharp and a small smile was forming at the corner of my mouth.
As I walked upstairs I rejoiced in spoiling her plans of coming back, I didn't get why she bothered me so much but she did.
The door to Tim's room was slightly open and I paused outside for a second to catch my breath before I entered. I had never been in his room before, when he was in the slammer the door had always been closed and Curly had once told me that Tim didn't like people looking through his stuff.
I felt breathless as I walked inside, the same feeling I used to get the few times mum took me to church when I was younger. It was a feeling of walking in to something important and meaningful, something mystic and unknown.
The room was dark; the blinds were shutting out the daylight efficiently. There was nothing in the room except for a bed and a dresser, it was totally empty making the yellow cardigan easy to spot where it was thrown on the floor. All the walls where empty, the room seemed strangely uninhabited; the only thing being used was the bed from which I could distinctly make out Tim's musky scent as I inhaled.
I felt out of place as if I was looking at something I wasn't supposed to see and the sight surprised me. Then again Tim didn't seem to be a very materialistic guy but even Curly who didn't give a shit about things had some old sports posters on his walls and a chair to put his clothes on.
With the cardigan in my hand I walked out leaving everything as it was, walking downstairs I tried to get his scent out of my nostrils feeling my heart pound in my chest at the adventure.
Handing the cardigan over to the girl I slammed the door shut instantly after she'd said her forced and bitter thanks. I knew I was being rude but I didn't care cause my head was filled with Tim's scent and images of him was flashing through my mind and I desperately wanted them out.
As I turned from the door I saw Mrs Langston walk out of her bedroom in a grey dressing gown.
"Oh, it's you, I though I heard the door…" she stated calmly, her voice kind and warm.
I thought it strange that a woman with such cold eyes could have such a kind voice. She fixed her gown and looked up at me smiling slightly, the smile never reaching her grey stony eyes.
"Is Tim and Curly home?" she asked yawning.
"No, Angela's in the shower though…" I said feeling awkward about being alone with her, her cold eyes unnerved me as much as Tim's did.
They where very alike her and him, except Tim never screamed, according to Angela and judging by late night he really didn't. Perhaps Tim had his mother's eyes and his father's temper while Curly and Angela had their father's eyes and their mother's temper?
"Then I guess…" Mrs Langston thought for awhile, her brows furrowing and her mouth pursed "…I'll talk to them later".
She didn't wait for a response as she walked back into her room and shut the door.
Later that afternoon I was sitting in front of the TV watching some lame show thinking that I might as well have been at home with my parents, since Curly worked all days and Angela had her own friends.
I didn't have many friends, before I met Curly I'd had some good friends but a lot of them had been hanging with the Brumly boys and even though Tim's gang sometimes needed them for fights they weren't exactly on friendly terms so now my friends and I didn't really hang out anymore.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by screams and shouts from the kitchen. Lenny and Mrs Langston were at it again. All the high-pitched voices and screaming made it difficult to make out what they were arguing about and soon another slightly younger and brighter voice was heard as Angela came running down the stairs to join them.
"Shut up!"
"…cheating bastard…think I didn't see you?"
"Shut up bitch!"
And it went on like that for a couple of minutes before the front door opened and Curly and Tim walked in. Curly didn't even look at me as he stormed into the kitchen screaming.
"You can fucking hear ya from the end of the street!"
He didn't get any response though as they all started screaming in each others mouths.
Tim stood in the middle of the living room floor looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a slight and bitter smile on his lips. He was wearing white pants and shirt, looking as if he was working in a kitchen somewhere. Perhaps he did, I hadn't one clue as to what he had been doing before he went to jail except for the occasional robbery and car theft that Curly liked to brag to me about.
"Calm the hell down!" I heard Curly yell in the kitchen but the others didn't listen they where still screaming uncontrollably at each other.
Tim rolled his eyes at his brother knowing as well as I did that Curly's screaming only made the situation worse.
I heard Lenny's voice turn from angry to threatening but I couldn't make out what he was screaming or at whom. I watched as Tim's calm and relaxed face turned stony and dangerous, then he simply shrugged at me and walked into the kitchen.
The reaction was instant, Lenny fell quiet but the others still kept arguing.
"Missed me Lenny?" Tim asked in a cold and sarcastic voice and in my head I could see his wicked smile.
Lenny's response was not heard as the others kept yelling but soon Lenny walked out of the kitchen and through the living room, slamming the front door forcefully after him as he left. He looked almost scared but mostly angry. I wondered what Tim had said to him.
In the kitchen things where beginning to cool down and I could hear Tim laugh coldly to himself, it was an empty laugh that gave me chills. Curly was calming down their mother while she cried. I wondered if it was from anger och sadness.
I got up off the couch and walked in the kitchen just as Curly was leading his mother away to her room; he was rubbing her back tenderly and whispering comforting words in her ear. My heart twitched at the sight, he loved her so much and she didn't even see it, all she saw was Tim, the son who just laughed coldly.
In the kitchen Tim was leaning against the counter and Angela was sitting at the table looking at him and smiling, she seemed to have forgotten about last night and I could see a small flicker of happiness in Tim's eyes before they turned hard and unreadable again.
When Curly came back he walked up to me and threw his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek, he was sweaty and his hands where greasy but I didn't care I felt a great big happiness grip my heart and I hugged him greedily.
After releasing him slightly I looked up to find Tim looking at us a small smile on his lips, I met his eyes and they bore into mine as if searching for something, a shiver ran down my spine making me shudder involuntarily. Curly didn't seem to notice as he was wiping his hand on his blue work pants.
"Met Jack at lunch, he came by the workshop, wanted the gang to meet tonight, said he hadn't had time to talk to ya last night" he said looking at his older brother, a sense of seriousness mixed with mirth at the hints in his statement, in his eyes.
Tim averted his eyes from mine and seemed to freeze up a little, his stance tensing and he seemed colder and more distant then before.
"I have some things to take care of, but you'll take care of the meeting Curly." His words seemed a bit forced and he looked closed off as he pushed himself off the counter and walked out while scratching his unshaved face tiredly.
Curly stood his arm still around me watching his brother walk away with a look of wonder and amazement in his eyes, his mouth in a displeased frown.