Almost Killing My Brother
The girl’s heart beat faster and faster as the boy approaches her. The stories that were told about him never do him justice. Big blue eyes that can stare right through your soul. A jawline so sharp it could cut through skin, wide shoulders with firm and well-defined muscles are visible through his white shirt.
His veins in his hands so visible it scared her.
Walking slowly he finally looks at her. His eyes roam over her body, taking her appearance in. The way he looks at her sent chills down her spine.
As he approaches her, she forgets to breathe. When they finally come face to face they just stare at each other, their hands naturally intertwining. And at that moment they knew they only needed each other.
The boy’s hand goes to her waist, pulling her in. Slowly, ever so slowly he starts to lean into her. She tilts her head, preparing. Their eyes close, their breaths steady, their lips graze, and finally they-
“CALLIE !!!!!” I jump in shock at the shout of my name as the book I was holding flew to who knows where. I slide down my bed in shock. My eyebrows furrow, already feeling angry.
HE INTERRUPTED MY READING TIME!!! EVERY DAMN TIME! THEY WERE GONNA KISS AND HE HAD TO SHOUT AND INTERRUPT AND NOW MY HEART IS BROKEN AND MY MIND ISN’T IN THE FEELS ALREADY. THEY WERE GONNA KISS MAN! MY FANTASY WORLD IS NOW GONE. I CURSE MY BIG BROTHER. JERK!
“CLARISSA !!!!” he shouts again. I roll my eyes, Uggggggggghhhhhhhhh. Whyyy meeeeeee? “SERIOUSLY WHAT? I WAS READING AND YOU INTERRUPTED ME!” I shouted at him.
“JUST COME AND HELP ME OR I’LL DRAG YOU DOWN HERE”
TSK! I stand up and stomp while I go downstairs. “I can never get alone time in this house” I whisper, hoping that he didn’t hear it. I approach him frowning. “Where are you?” “Here in the kitchen. Come on!” I roll my eyes.
“What is it?” I asked annoyed when I got to the kitchen.
“Do you know if I have to put the noodles first or the powder?” he said innocently looking at me holding the pack of noodles.
I look at him incredulously.
SILENCE...
SILENCE...
I TAKE A DEEEEEEEP BREATH...
AND THEN...
I SNAP.
“I WAS IN A PEEEEERRRRRFEEECTTTT READING STATE UP IN MY ROOM HAVING SOME ALONE TIME READING HAPPILY WHEN YOU HAD TO SHOUT AND INTERRUPT MY IMAGINATION! I EVEN ROLLED DOWN MY BED IN SHOCK BECAUSE OF YOU AND THIS WAS WHAT YOU NEEDED HELP IN?!! YOU’RE FREAKING 17! YOU F **** NG CALLED ME MAKING ME COME DOWNSTAIRS TO ASK ME THAT?!!!!! ”
I take deep breaths as I finish rambling on but I just stared at him with pure anger. Guilt crosses his face but is instantly taken over laughter. I’m even more pissed. I stomp my feet as I approach him without him noticing because of his laughing and punch him in the chest real hard . He was stunned when he felt the punch.
“Callie! That hurts!” he pouts while staring at his feet. Ugh. I turn my back on him but as I go he asks me a question.
“What book are you reading?” he asked, his back to me looking at the pack of noodles and settling it down on the counter.
“Crave by J.V. Contreras why?”
“Oh I’ve read that.” he said slowly exiting the kitchen.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” he smirks “The girl dies” he whispers then already running for the door.
It took me a while to realize...
No.
No! No! No!!!!!!
“CARTEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!”
I grabbed the knife laying on the table and chased him.
Dad came in just as I was leaving the house. He looks at my angry face and glances at the knife I hold. His eyes widen at the realization that I’m about to kill my own brother. Before he says anything I run for Carter who lost the smile on his face when he saw the knife in my hand.
Dad is right behind me saying, “CLARISSA DON’T KILL YOUR BROTHER!”
“LISTEN TO DAD AND DON’T KILL ME” Carter pleads on the street. I laugh.
“COME HERE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF S ** T!” I scream running after him. Carter runs as fast as he can while I stay at his tail, knife shining in the afternoon sunlight.
"I'M SORRY OKAY? CALLIE NO!!!!!"
“DIEEEEE !!!”
The neighbors are used to us like this almost everyday so they just let us be.
“I’M GONNA F **** NG KILL YOUUUU !!” Carter runs while I’m in the middle, Dad desperately catching up to us.
"CARTER SAY YOU'RE SORRY, CALLIE STOP IT!" Dad says but I keep running after him.
We run, unaware of the person in the car staring and laughing at us from his car. Specifically at me.
