Breed by Alpha Jaxton

Chapter 21: Parties and booze.

She is being nice to me and for what reason I do not quite know. Whatever her reasons are for her to be so nice are still very much unclear to me.

All my life she has caused me nothing but grief and now she is here to tell me she wants me to come with her on some stupid frat party. They have these parties all the time. On weekdays in fact and no adult stops them. Well, I have never been invited before and I don’t want to go. It is one thing having to deal with their bullying asses all day and barely surviving but subjecting myself to that horrid treatment at night too is just an unwise decision. I know they are only going to use the chance they get to torture me and make my life even more hell than it is in right now.

“why would you want me to go out with you? You never invite me out. What are you up to?” I ask her because I really want to know what she’s up to.

Most of the time she has always looked the other way when I was stomped on, pushed around and shoved against lockers but she has never done anything to me directly except verbally so I am here wondering if she is setting me up. Don’t blame me, many years of the back and forth abuse has made me extremely paranoid and I have to work through that I know because I don’t have a lot of trust for people, she is my sister so I should know that there are lines she won’t cross even if she doesn’t really like me that much but she won’t actually convive with my bullies to hurt me now will she?

“i just don’t want you spending the last weeks of high school here in this sad little room, missing out on all the fun things you could do out there with the rest of your mates.” she says shaking her head at me with pity.

“my room is not sad.” I protest.

“your room does not even have any colors. Trust me it is sad. It is so dark in here, like someone died in here.” she says haughtily.

“that’s taking it too far. It is not like your room that looks like a glitter bomb went off in there.” I tell her.

“you know what I am not even here to argue whose room is better, you have to go and make your memories for yourself.” she says.

For a moment I look at her and she looks like she actually means it. We are approaching the last days of high school. All my years in high school has been a blur really. I can’t remember one time I was really happy with my life within those walls. My best moments are when I and Jeremy are behind the bleachers taking and eating. That’s always my best times. Sometimes he doesn’t come to join because of meeting with the football team and all of that but even alone with my thoughts and the quiet is everything to me and I won’t trade it for anything.