Beware of the Parker Boys *UNDER EDITING*

"I just don't get it." Dalton says, referring to the scene of the movie we were watching.

We had spent the day lounging around the house, watching the sun change places with the moon, numerous movies running until the credits ran.

Before I can explain what we were watching, the front door is thrown open, bouncing against the wall behind it as if someone stumbled with its opening. A curse word is muttered in a whisper, followed by the door shutting, and a jingle of keys being sat in the bowl chimes.

Both of our heads turn, eyes peeking over the back of the couch as we wait for the cause of the commotion to appear in the doorway.

Rodger stumbles into view, propping himself against the archway to the living room, his bloodshot eyes looking back at mine. He wore a simple outfit of black jeans and a white t-shirt, with white shoes that were filthy with fresh dirt. A water bottle is clenched in his hand, tipping it back, he drains the rest with a crack as the bottle empties. He breathes through his teeth like he had eaten something hot, indicating the substance was harsher than water. Twisting the cap back on, and crunching the bottle, he gives it a toss, sending it to the trash bin across the room.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." Rodger chuckles, looking between his brother and I.

There was nothing in his voice that hinted he actually found this humorous,

"Did you drive like this?" The question is laced with irritation as Dalton took in his drunken state after being behind the wheel.

"Don't," Rodger bats a hand in his direction, dismissing his brothers further lecturing.

"What?" Dalton asks him, pressing pause on the movie as he stands to his feet. His jaw clenches while he glares across the room at his brother.

"Just spare me the speech, Dalton. I don't want to hear it." Rodger's words slur slightly, losing the composure he had been trying to hold onto.

"How many times do we have to do this? You know you can't drive like this." Dalton says, continuing to look at his brother. After getting no answer, he eventually sits down on the cushion beside me with a slight shake of his head.

I awkwardly remain where I am sitting, not sure where to look, scared to move. You could slice a butter knife through the tension in the room that was stirring between the two boys. In the short amount of time here, I hadn't seen this side of Rodger.

'How many times do we have to do this?'

How many times had they done this already?

Rodger was always so careful about having a DD, or staying sober so that he could drive.

"Rodger, I know what day is coming up, and I get that it's hard-..."

"I said don't." Rodger yells, slamming the palm of his hand on the archway, making me jump.

Sparing a glance in that direction, his eyes meet mine before a limp hand slides off the wall, returning to his side. Running quick fingers through his hair, he turns into the hallway, and stops as if he were about to say something else.

"Go to bed, Rodger." Dalton's voice carries throughout the room, bringing the conversation to a halt before anything else is said.

After Rodger has kicked off his grubby shoes by the door, and trudged upstairs, Dalton rubs his face massaging.

"He gets like this sometimes." He breaks the silence, not further explaining what 'like this', entailed, or why.

'I know what day is coming up.'

What was making Rodger act this way?

Grabbing the remote, he gives me a small smile, unfreezing our movie.

Once it's finished, Dalton disappears onto the deck with his favorite altoids can, and I shuffle my way to my room, yawning in the late hour.

Rodger's door is the only one in the hallway opened, his TV sending a light glow onto the hardwood floors ahead of me. I keep my eyes forward, not even looking out of the corner of my eye, not wanting to be seen peering inside.

"How was the movie?" His voice drifts through the doorway as I pass, making me take a few steps back.

He sits in one of the two gaming chairs, a controller in his hand, and headphones which he allowed to hang off one ear. A half empty bottle of liquor was in arms length, with the lid removed.

"Aren't you getting tired?" I ask him, glancing at the clock sitting on his nightstand, finding it was already 2:30am.

Following my eyes, he swiftly spins the lid back onto the bottle before standing, and stuffs the bottle in the third drawer of his dresser. His hair was slightly wet from a shower he must have taken, and he now wears nothing but a pair of grey shorts.

"I'm going to bed." I force myself to turn away, to make my way to my room.

Once I am ready for bed, I flip the light in my bathroom off, finding Rodger sitting on my bed waiting for me.

"What're you doing?" As I begin to wonder if he had heard me, I watch as he stands from the bed and makes his way across the room to me. His lips are on mine fiercely within seconds, one hand pressing me to him on the small of my back, the other entangling in my hair.

I allow my fingers to glide across the soft skin of his chest and back, over his broad shoulders. His mouth burns of liquor as he backs me to the wall, the cool surface pressing to my back while Rodger pressed firmly against me.

Lifting my feet off the ground, I wrap my legs around his waist as his fingers trace the soft skin of my inner thigh. Removing his lips from mine, he slowly follows my jawline down to my neck where he nibbles gently.

Pulling away from me, he moves his face only inches away from mine, his grey eyes blazing with desire. Gently, he places my feet back onto the floorboards, his breaths coming out short much like my own.

"That's what the first one should have been like." He murmurs, his fingers tracing softly across my collarbone, sending goosebumps across my skin.

"Come lay with me." His fingers entwine with mine, leading me back to his bedroom where he shuts the door behind us.

The large mattress swallowed us whole as we laid between his smooth, black satin sheets.

His TV beams down on us as we drift to sleep, Rodger's fingers moving soothingly through the strands of my hair.