FINAL CHAPTER (MINUS EPILOUGE)
He woke to familiar sounds: Ava yelling, Derrick eating cereal nosily, and the damn, too-loud alarm clock. He swung out his arm and brought it down on the clock, silencing it. Swinging his legs out of bed, he realised something: his head didn't hurt nearly as much as he'd been expecting it to. Maybe he was just getting used to it. It was Saturday (luckily) and he had no plans. Except Sasha. She was coming round to watch Celebrities in Cages: Season 2 on DVD (yes, I did totally jack that of D&J. Soz)
God, that girl was like a leech, a particularly sucky one that you just can't shake off. But, she was nice enough, and lay back, so he may as well just have put up with her. He climbed out of his bed, and made his way into the living room. After scanning over everybody's faces, he was pretty confident nobody knew what he had been doing last night. Pulling on his jeans and an armless top, he went straight for the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. Ava was hovering there, nursing a cup of coffee.
"Oh! Bradin! I was wondering if you know why Callie was crying last night. There was an ambulance and. and um..." Bradin suddenly turned around and snapped.
"Listen, Callie is not my problem anymore! I'm not dating her; she's not got anything to do with me anymore, alright?" he yelled angrily. Everyone in the room turned to look at him. "I am so outta here." He said, heading straight out of the front door.
In Playa Linda hospital, Callie paced around the waiting area, head in her arms and tears flowing from her eyes. As the doors swung open, a gurney rolled straight past her and a doctor tapped her on the shoulder. She was smiling.
"The surgery was a success," she smiled, clutching a clipboard to her stoumach. "She will be able to go home in just under a fortnight. Stopping the internal bleeding was our biggest problem, but we located the source and managed to stop it before any lasting damage." Callie smiled so big it looked like it would stretch right of her face.
"When can I see her?" she grinned.
"Later." The doctor said, walking from the room towards her next patient. Callie pulled out her phone to call her and Missy's mothers.
Out on the beach of California, a teenage blonde boy was sat on the sand, being kicked in the foot by an angry four-year old girl in a pink dress. Spotting Sasha walking through the surf in a teeny bikini (what with the drake and Josh in this chapter?!!) and ran out to her.
"Hey sexy," she said, grasping him in a hug to purposefully get him wet.
"Thanks for that, meanie," he said laughing, shoving her lightly so she lost her balance and tumbled into the water. In the back of his mind he knew he should be at the hospital, possibly in mourning, not laughing and frolicking in the waves. He pushed the thought to a corner way in the back of his brain.
"You're coming to my house tonight right?" he asked, clasping her hand.
"Why wait?"
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Four hours later, Bradin had his hand up Sasha's shirt, struggling with the hook on her bra strap. Grunting, he lifted himself off her, and sat on his bed with a frown on his face.
"Ahhh, don't worry, we'll have plenty more chances for that when your brother isn't just outside the door. I may be easy but I ain't no hooker." At least she admitted it. It was true. Derrick had been lurking around all evening. All of his friends were at a skate party with a kid from their first school, and Ava and all the other adults were out. He should have been baby-sitting, but which would any sane person chose: a bratty kid brother, or a sexy girl who doesn't mind you putting your hand down her skirt? Really? Flopping backwards onto the pillows, Sasha smiled and pulled Bradin back with her.
"So we're getting pissed tonight right?" she asked, fiddling with a lock of his beach blonde hair.
"You have got to be kidding me?! Your liver must be twitching in some kind of coma right now!" he laughed, although he knew he probably was going to end up in just as much of a state as her by mid evening. It was like a friend, a crutch that he could lean on when life got stressed. He knew it was wrong, but just could shrug it off.
"O.k.," he replied after a few minutes, rolling over to fight with her bra hooks again.
Sitting on his couch, twiddling his thumbs, Derrick dared a glance at his brother's bedroom door. He could hear faint giggles and grunts coming from it, and a jealous stab hit his stoumach. Why could he not be to oldest? The best looking? The one who gets the girls, the talent, the fun? It was so unfair. He mooched into the kitchen and pulled a green, wavy lined cup from the cupboard above the sink and pouring and orange juice. He sat on the stool, sipping from the glass and thinking. He left the half empty cup on the table, and climbed the stairs to play Doom Bruiser: 3 on his GameStation. He dumped himself onto the scratchy carpeted floor and started the blood flying everywhere. He heard two pairs on speedy footsteps running through the kitchen.
Downstairs, Bradin and Sasha were creeping across the hardwood flooring, towards the locked cupboard under the sink. Beers of Johnny and Jays were left lying around after a party a few days ago. The lock was the kind you put on your cupboards when your children are 3 or 4 years old, but in their hyperactive, giggly state, they had surprising difficulty opening it.
"Don't look!" Bradin laughed. Pulling a random bottle from it, Sasha glanced over the label before reaching into the cupboard above the foset.
"Look like we struck lucky!" she laughed, pulling out a green cup and a red cup. She slammed them onto the table and poured a small amount into each. "Vodka! Who in this little picket fence, cookie-cutter family drinks vodka?" she laughed "Hey where do you keep the orange juice?" she added.
"In the fridge," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "And it's probably Jay's, which means he won't even notice its gone," he laughed, as his stoner girlfriend splashed the range juice into the green glass and handed it to Bradin, who took a sip immediately. Leaving the alcohol on the table, she clinked her glass with his.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a joint, and a pink lighted with kiss marks painted onto it. Noticing Bradin's widened eyes; she lit up and offered it to him. He shook his head, so she took a drag herself.
"You smoke pot?" he asked, drinking again.
"Sure, who doesn't? I mean, don't pretend you've never done it! You have done it, haven't you?" she asked, placing her blue glass next to the green one already residing on the table
"Nah, I it a few years ago, then got bashed for it. So I stay clear," he muttered.
"Suite yourself," she said, leaning over on the table and inhaling deeply. This position gave Bradin an exquisite view down her halter top. Loud footsteps were echoing through the house from the second floor. As a shadow appeared around the stairs, Sasha quickly dunked her joint into the water wallowing in the sink and threw it out of the window, letting in roll swiftly down the paves.
"Hey Bradin, are you going to let me starve to death?" Derrick whined, one hand on his stoumach.
"Fine, you can have a grilled cheese sandwich. Just take it and eat in your room, can I never get any peace?" Bradin whined, turning on his heels and reaching into the fridge for some cheese. As the small kid was still coming down the stairs, and Bradin's was pre-occupied, she grabbed the bottle and poured much more into the green cup on the left, where she Bradin had put his cup. Jamming the bottle back into the sink, she jogged across the room, leapt upon the sofa, and closed her eyes, feeling relaxed by her smoke. Derrick grabbed the glass that he had left on the table, and slugged from it. It tasted weird. Almost flat, even though it should have been flat, it was only orange juice. Disregarding the thought, he drank what was left in the glass and dumped it in the sink.
As the smell of frying cheese filled the room Derrick sat dazed on the couch. The walls were spinning and he really could not stoumach the sandwich on his plate. Bradin waved a hand in front of his face.
"Hello? Yo, D?"He said, raising his voice.
"Huh?" he muttered. Ava, Johnny and Jay came through the door, laughing and dropping bags and purses by the door. It didn't take Ava a mili-second to suss that something was very wrong. Moving down the stairs and towards the boys, a worried look spread across her face.
"Derrick? Derrick? What's the matter baby?" she asked, kneeling by his side and moving his long, skater-dude hair from his eyes.
"I don't feel good Aunty Ava. The head hurts and theirs two of you." He mumbled, tears slipping from his eyes.
"Bradin? What's wrong with him?" she yelled, her voice rising with worry. Jay sat on the couch and put the small boy on his lap. As he moved the kid, he couaght the briefest smell of his breath.
"Um..Ava. Ava, he smells of drink. Something is very wrong," The look of worry stepped up a level. Sasha slunk backwards, into the background. With the problems going on, no-body had seemed to notice her.
"I need you to be very truthful now. Have you drank out Johnny and Jay's beer bottle tonight?" she asked, next to tears. Johnny was in the kichen.
"No, I drank from that glass. Its orange juice," Derrick stuttered.
Bradin's eye's widened. Either he was about to be in the biggest shit ever, or something was seriously wrong with his brother and he was off the hook. Sasha slipped her hands around the patio and squeezed herself round the door. She peeled of her flip-flops and and ran like hell out of the room.
"It's vodka. All of them are vodka," Johnny analysed, placing the final glass on the table. Bradin cast his eyes towards his feet so he could avoid their expressionless glances.
"I'm taking him to the hospital,"Ava said. Jay lifted him of the couch and held him around his own chest.
"I'll stay here." Johnny added as they walked out of the front door. No sooner had the door slammed that Johnny turned on Bradin,.
"What the hell is wrong with you. You're a teenager, your bound to go and screw around, but something is seriously wrong with you, and we need to know what Bradin, cause your drinking is tearing apart this family!" Johnny screamed. Tears dripped from Bradins eyes.
"You've put your baby brother in hospital. He's probably going to get his stoumach pumped. Your putting yourself in danger every single time you do this. You need to straigten yourself out, Bradin!"
"I know. I know!" Bradin cried.
"Bradin. Please. Your going to end up killing yourself, or somebody else. Please. Please stop this."
"I promise."
So there we go, all done, minus the epilogue, please review because THIS IS MY FIRST FINISHED STORY. YAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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