Us Two And Them

Chapter 1

So I get up and make up way to our bathroom which we all share. Its just a regular small bathroom. Let's just say its not the cleanest at all. I brush my teeth and have a quick shower. I then make my way back to my room. Lets just say I have the essential clothes.

I throw on some light grey tracksuit bottoms and a black crop top. I put on my white runners to match which I got out of walmart. Fancy. I know. If I had the money I would put more effort into my style but since I don't, I gotta work with what I have.

I make my way back down the small hall leading to the kitchen/sitting room/dinning room. I pick up any empty bottles that were lying around the table or the springless couch. On the table you can see specks of white powder. I wipe down the surface because sometimes we gotta eat there. Well thats rare but still.

I then head over to the kitchen area. You can see the mold growing in the tile cracks. The doors of the cabinets were hanging off and usually made a noise when you opened them. I grabbed two pain killers and a glass of water. Making my way towards my mothers room with them in hand. As usual she was passed out on the bed. Like a star fish on her double bed. Wearing God knows who's t-shirt. I don't even think she was wearing underwear. Nope she is definitely not wearing underwear, I think I have just seen the moon. I leave the water on the rotten, wood bedside table. For her hangover for when she wakes up.

I haven't gotten my pay this month so there was not enough to feed all of us. I work in a small diner down the road to just help pay for bills, food and of course my mothers drugs.

Heading back into my room and to wake up Roman. He usually just gets up, he's not a struggle like I am.

"Morning." His voice is all groggly from waking up. He brings his hand up to rubs his eyes.

"Morning" I said back tiredly.

"How come your up early it's only half six." He checks the small clock near our bed.

"Couldn't sleep." It was true I couldn't, my back was hurting for sleeping on the uncomfortable mattress.

Roman hopped out of bed and started to get ready. I made my way back to the kitchen to grab a piece of bread and butter it, for myself. We had no toaster or any grill, so bread and butter it is. Roman came out just wearing a grey tracksuit. You would swear he is my twin.

He grabbed the exact same thing as me. Bread and butter. "How was she last night?" Roman leaned on the counter. Resting on his elbows as he carefully buttered the bread in his hands.

"Same as always. Coming in drunk and high as a kite. Saying how she is sorry as she throws up, then passing out." I let out a sigh taking a bite out of my piece of bread. He looked up from his bread setting down the knife I his hand. Worry was the only thing I could see in his eyes.

"You know I can help you take care of her. You shouldn't do it by yourself, it's not your responsibility." I looked up at him. 'He shouldn't have to worry he is only fourteen'

"No it is my responsibility as the oldest of the both of us. You shouldn't have to worry about these things".

"Netheir should you. You know" It was too early to have this type of conversation. I need to change the topic. Roman could probably tell that I was uncomfortable so he changed the topic himself.