Tuesday, June 19, 2012; 7PM
~2~ (Tuesday, June 19, 2012; 7PM)
There was a knock on my bedroom door around 7 P.M.
“Come in!” I yelled, as I was laying on my bed on my phone and didn’t want to have to get up to go to my door.
I saw my brother, Luke, walk into my room, looking a little sad and upset.
“They’re fighting again.” Luke said, referring to our parents. “Your room here in the basement is the quietest, can I hang here for a bit?”
“Sure.” I said empathetically as I made room on my bed for him to sit down. “Want to play FIFA?”
“I wanted dinner, but I guess we’re on our own.” Luke said.
“C’mon.” I said, getting up. “I’ll make us mac n’ cheese.”
Luke let out a laugh. “Really, Jack?” He snorted. “Last time you made mac n’ cheese you started a fire.”
“In my defense…” I started, “No one ever told me that little cut up hot dogs were that flammable!”
Luke let out another laugh.
“Fine. I’ll make ramen noodles then. There’s no way I can start those on fire.” I urged.
“Yeah, okay.” Luke said.
Our parents had been fighting a lot lately. Mom recently found out that Dad had been cheating on her with his secretary, the biggest cliché ever. They were fighting every night, and Mom started drinking, heavily.
I was eighteen and in my first year of college. I decided to live at home to save money, which ended up being a good thing.
I was all that Luke had in this broken home.
Our other brother, Ben, was going to some prestigious “Ivy League” college all the way over in America, I was going to community college here in Sydney, and Luke was still in high school. With our home falling apart, I felt it was my responsibility to take care of him. Be the rock.
Be the source of something other than misery.
Ooh a little backstory to before Luke disappeared I hope y'all are enjoying! :)