At the club one night, I saw my sister enter with Benji, and a Hanson kid. I was shocked. I couldn't help but feel the urge to go over to her and hug her, but now she probably hates me.
When we were younger, I killed our mother. I admit it, I am a murderer. I got arrested for it, and put in jail, but Quaker thinks that I was put in there for the rest of my life. Well, since I was so young at the time, 7 years old to be exact, they thought that something might be wrong with me, so they ran some tests. The tests came back, and proved that I was temporarily insane...with jealousy.
Before Quaker was born, I was the perfect little angel. Mom and Dad loved me, and gave me their attention all the time. Then when I was two, they had Quaker, and since I was so young, I didn't adapt to it well. I started to hate my little sister. I did everything in my power to try to get rid of her, which included trying to sell her, losing her in store, and other stuff, but the little sucker kept coming back, and mom and dad still loved her the most.
After a while, I got so frustrated, I did the only thing I could think of--I killed mom. When that was done, and after I was in jail, dad went spastic, and jumped off a ledge somewhere. Quaker was sent to our grandparent's house in Italy, and I was put in a foster home in Idaho by the time I was eight. They thought it was best that I never saw her again, cause they thought that I might try to do something to her.
Back to the club, here I am ten years later, sitting there, and in walks Quaker with the Hanson kid. Don't ask me how I recognize her, but I just do. I see her and Benji go into the pit, and the Hanson came over and sat next to me. I acted all buddy buddy, and gave him the rest of my roach. After a while, he got high off his ass, and I could ask him anything without him remembering. I asked him all about Quaker, and it turned out that he was dating her, and I even got him to give me her address. Score! So here I am standing in front of My grandparent's house, with nobody but my little sister home.
I knocked, and nobody answered, so I walked right in. I looked around a bit, and then made my way upstairs to Quaker's bedroom. I stopped in front of the door and took a really deep breath, and then slowly turned the doorknob and entered. She appeared to be sleeping on her bed, but I knew better than that. "Quaker?" I said very nervously. I really am sorry about what I did. The only reason I came here, was to try to mend our relationship.
She sat up and stared at me, then fell over again. "Oh God." she muttered obviously recognizing me. I hated that reaction, although I couldn't blame her. I had a feeling she would hate me. I just didn't expect that.
"It's me, your brother." I said as if it might change her mine in some weird way. There was silence for a while, and I noticed that she was shaking. Was she scared of me?
"What are you doing here?" she questioned me with a shaky and scared voice. "Are you gonna get me like you got mom and dad?" I had to say, that one hurt.
I felt my body give a slight shudder when she said that. That was the thing that I wanted the least to here. Sure I hated her for all those years, but I don't want her to hate me.
I walked over to her bed, and sat on the edge.
I watched my evil brother sit down on my bed exactly where Zac had sat the first time I met him a few months ago. As soon as he did that, I backed myself against the wall behind my bed. I truly am scared of him. What if he didn't come back on good intentions, and he was gonna pull a knife out of his pocket and stab me to death? That's never a good thing.
"Look," he said. I whimpered at him. "I'm not gonna hurt you. The only reason I came back was because I wanted to see you. The last time I did see you, you were 5."
I gave him a suspicious look. I don't know if I trust him or not. I mean, he is my brother, and I do think that I might be able to love him again.
I looked him over again, but then gave into my feelings, and hugged him. He hugged me back, and he stayed and talked to me into the night.
A nice cool breeze hit my face, and I stirred out of my sleep to the sound of human voices that seemed to be near me. Not wanting them to know I was awake, I acted like I hadn't been woken up, and continued lying on the wooden floor of the tree house, listen to the peaceful sounds of animals all around me.
"Look at him, isn't he so dreamy?" one of the voices said. Huh?
"Yeah he is, but he sure smells kinda funny." another voice said. I didn't recognize ether of the voices. Oh good God, please no!!! Let it not be!
I opened my eyes just a tiny slit to make sure I really didn't know them. Yup, sure enough, it was them. The fans. I really don't know how they get up here, and past all the motion sencers and stuff that we put all around our house, but they are getting craftier and craftier every day. Now I have two of them knelt down next to me, only inches away. I could smell their bubble gum scented breath as it hit my face, and that alone just turned my stomach. I sat up suddenly hoping to scare them, and it worked. Well, sorta.
They both screamed, and jumped backwards a bit. "Ladies," I started. "first off, why are you up here, and second, why are you looking at my package?" I asked as I saw where their eyes kept wandering off too.
"Um...like we are like totally your biggest fans and um like." a fake blonde sputtered at me. I cut her off.
"Well, if you were our biggest fans, then you would respect our privacy, and get the hell out of my tree house." I said very calmly. I must of looked pretty scary, cause they slowly backed out and and onto the ground, and then ran.
I waited a bit, and then went into the house, still enjoying the high I had taken before I fell asleep.
I walked through the front door, and sat down on the couch next to my mother, and started to watch TV. After a while, I felt her staring at me for a very long time, so I turned my head and stared back at her.
"What are you looking at?" I asked her. "Do I have something hanging out of my nose?"
She stared at me some more, which felt like an eternity, and then finally ran her finger along my eyebrow. "How could you Zac?" she said. I then remembered the piercing that I had got, and kept so well hidden for the past week or so. Oh no, here it comes.
"I thought you father and I raised you better than that." she said while giving me a look of shame that just automatically made me feel guilty.
"Well, you never said I couldn't do it." I said to her in hopes of clearing my name. I also added in my best little boy look so she just might have pity on me. Just might.
The look on her face told me otherwise. "Who did this to you?" she asked. I really didn't have a chance for getting away with anything but he truth, so I told it to her. She did not look especially happy about it.
"Zachary," she said in that motherly tone of voice. I cringed. "I thought your father and I had made it clear to you that if you were going to do anything drastic to any part of your life, this includes your physical appearance, you were to consult us first, did we not?" I nodded sheepishly in agreement. "Well, you went against our wishes. What do you think we should do to you?"
I pondered this for a bit. This is my mothers way of trying to get me to punish myself. "Um...you could hit me really hard, and I can pretend to cry, and then we will never speak of this again?" I said with a big toothy grin. She didn't look amused. "Do I have to take it out?" I asked. Ever since I got it done, I have been kinda attached to it, and I don't know why. I think it's because it was my very first rebellion. It makes you feel bad when you are always known as a pretty boy.
"Not this time, but next time yes. I don't want to see any more piercing on you, or tattoos." she said. YES!!!
"Oh too bad, tomorrow I was planning on getting my penis pierced." I snicked as I got up. She hit my butt.
"Hey, get back here. I'm not done with you yet!" she said while grabbing onto the one of the loops on my jeans. I knew I wouldn't get off that easily. "Zac, I don't want you on the phone for a week." she said. That sucked.
I made a face at her, and ran upstairs to already break the grounding of the phone that I had just gotten, to call Quaker.