"Oh, yeah I guess you could call him athletic, he did get a
scholarship for high school and he was on the track team" I
replied, thinking hard to look back on the time that he'd first
started high school.
We'd made our way through the back door and out into the yard. I
hadn't been out here in a while - not since Darren's arrival. As
a kid I remembered being so care free, adding embellishments to
the tree hut that my father had built me when I was four (that
was before he and mum started working a lot). Danny would come
and marvel at the establishments and tease me into playing games
like hide and go seek. Dad use to join in with our games but mum
was always inside the house. She'd been so unhappy with her life
because she was never fully satisfied with how things had been.
She thrives on perfection and brags about how high achieving that
we are going to be to her friends and neighbours that would visit
every now and then. I noticed at times in my childhood - that she
was always angry when she didn't have any one to boost to. I
could always distinguish when she was angry and when she was at
ease and not quite as much acridness in her tone of voice.
Mum and aunt carol and aunt era were sitting on the picnic table
(Obviously boosting) I thought. I wasn't going to let myself get
worked up about how totally rude they're being. It's Danny that
should be the main topics, not economics and cars and other
unimportant things .So why aren't they pouting and instead
they're standing around the barbeque sizzling kebabs and steak
with beer in their hands. Mum and my aunts had wine in theirs and
I could see josh grabbing to beers out of the cooler.
"Do you drink?" He asked before handing me a cool beer.
"I well uh this is my third time drinking so of course I have" I
spat, lying and struggling to take off of the bottle top. He
raised an eye brow,
"Here pass it here" He spoke before taking it and tugging at it
before it hissed and over bubbled when the top had popped off.
I took the first sip and clicked my tounge in distaste. It tasted
a little like overdue grape juice accept this had another mildly
bitter taste after it. I acted as if I didn't care but the
plastered expression melted away when I took the taste with each
sip. I could feel the burning bile twist around my throat. It was
horrid; I wasn't ever going to get use to it. I got over the foul
likeness and drunk as many as my body would react to.
"Cynthia what are you doing you're not allowed to drink" She
mused and came up to me trying to grab the bottle from my hand. I
wasn't sure what the hell was happening but it wasn't me. It was
like a dream when you see what is happening but you're not
completely in control. Accept this was a terrible nightmare I
didn't have anything right with me and the bad girl had full
"Cynthia let go" She demanded with a grunt as she persuaded to
take the beer.
"You're a bragger did you know?" I blurted out still holding the
"Cynthia you're drunk, I think you might want to give it up" Josh
said and jerking the bottle from my hands.
'Ow' that really hurt. My hands were blistering hot as the pain
seared and the mind numbing stinging finally began. I tired
slapping josh for being such a push over and siding with my mum.
When I'd gathered enough strength I balled my fists and nipped at
my knuckles in pain before throwing the first punch but instead
ending up hitting my mum as he ducked. My knuckles crunched under
the blow and the pain came back twice as worse as before. I
wobbled and went off of balance falling hard onto my butt. Mum
stumbled back before she'd cupped her nose and stopped the fresh
blood getting onto her good clothes. Everybody looked stunned but
I kept crawling and apologizing like an idiot.
"Get away from me" She sobbed when my aunts had come to pick her
off of the ground.
"Mum I'm sorry" I yelled after her before josh slid his hands
under my arms and hauling me off of the ground.
"Where are you going?" He exclaimed after me.
I didn't know where I was going but it was going to be far away
from here as possible. Staggering drunkenly out of the drive and
down the street she who I fought to take control of had been
I could hear him whispering to his dad and my dad.
"Do you want me to follow her?"
"No she's going to be okay she'll learn her lesson" I heard dad