Now: Dragging Sally's body down the stairs with no help whatsoever. Tired as hell and I'm dragging a drunk girl's body.

I huff.

Wait, not only a drunk girl's body but an underage drunk girl's body...Shit.

I look up the stairs where Andrew is, standing tall at the top of the stairs, dark and light hitting off him as it reflects off him and the dirty walls behind him.

What's gotten into him? - I think to myself, scrunching up my face.

He turns his head, looking at me. His face also scrunches up and he looks down at Sally. His eyes- widen, he must be realizing he's supposed to be helping me - stupid boy.

He walks down the few steps I've made, while carrying Sally's body, and he holds up Sally's arms. Dragging her up the stairs instead of down, which gets me confused and I groan as I pull her legs down instead, determined. We've created a tug-a-war with Sally's body, I'm pulling her down by the legs while he's pulling her up by the arms.

"What are you doing?" He asks me.

"I'm going outside, of course. What are you doing?" I retort back in anger.

"No, not that way, the police will see her."

I pause, the realization dawning on me...

Right, how stupid can I be?...

Now, we drag her very heavy body back up the stairs, through the hallway and all the way to Andrew's room.

Going down the secret tunnel, it takes longer than it did with only the two of us and once we reach the door, I hold Sally's body by myself as Andrew opens the big brown door.

The door creaks loudly as it slowly opens wide, allowing me to have a big space to carry her body outside. I limp my way out the door.

"Do you need more help?" Andrew asks me.

"No, of course not, I'm just going to be able to walk with a sleeping drunk woman in the middle of the night, try to not wake any neighbors, and sneak her to my house and into my room," I answer, sarcastically, a fake smile landing on my face at the end of my little ramble.

"Okay, then," he replies, "Need any help, I'll be here," informing me, his plop of a smile forms on his face at the end of his statement.

The door closes, slamming shut, his figure gone and the light from inside, now only the fluorescent lamps light close by.

The creak of the close door echoing, my mouth drops, making a big '0' with my lips and my eyes widened.

"What the?"

I look down at Sally. - I might as well just leave her here- I think, mad at Andrew and the fact that he's just going to leave me here.

I groan, "I was being sarcastic, you stupid Andrew!" I yell out his name, looking up to the vast sky above as I scream, taking a moment in before huffing as I accept the fact that I'm alone in this.

I get a hold of Sally's waist and hover her over my head- or at least I try to. It looks more like she's on my shoulder; she's a hippopotamus and I'm an old lady who can't walk.

I somehow manage to walk past the police officers and the crowd without creating attention though.

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I groan.

Sally's arm covers my vision.

"Ugh!" I swing her arm away from my face but it just swings right back towards me, hitting me hard as it flops. "Ugh, I should've known that was gonna happen,"

I reach in my pocket for the keys to my house and once I find them, I screw it into the keyhole. The door creaks open and I walk inside.

"Ugh," Sally groans, great, she starts to move around now.

It's almost impossible walking in the dark with a body hovering over your vision, but I slowly manage to walk up the stairs to my hallway, leading towards my room.

I open my bedroom door and drop Sally onto my bed the moment I see it, the bed sitting in the middle of the room in the darkness.

I sigh in relief once my arms are free from the weight.

Finally, I can relax and sleep.

I go to close the door behind me and hear the few groans she makes as she moves side to side, smiling a bit and whispers something.

I shake my head at her ongoing ridiculousness and turn away from Sally, looking to the rest of my room, ready to relax myself.

But, when I look over to the bean bag chair, the sight in front of me surprises me, causing me to jump when I see there's somebody there in the darkness.

My eyes expanding slightly, they dim down again as I begin to relax, realizing it's just my little brother, Elliot, sitting in my blue bean bag chair.

Oh, man, that's where I was going to sleep tonight.

What is he even doing here?!?

I turn away from him, sighing slightly as I look over at my wardrobe to change into my pajamas.

Changing into them quickly, I then turn back to my little brother, deciding to try to curl into the already small bean bag. As I begin to snuggle into the sinking chair, he shifts.

"There you are," I hear my brother mumble out, a soft sound that's so sweet and so tired.

He yawns something out and rubs his eyes.

"Where were you?" He asks.

"That doesn't matter," I assure as I pat his head.

"What are you talking about?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"I'm saying, go to bed," I yawn out, falling asleep quickly, my eyes closing.

The feeling of his finger tapping me stops my plan as I groan, turning back to him.

"I should be asking you what you're doing here," I snap back.

"I wanted to sleep with you tonight," he explains, a pout to his lips, so innocent it makes me relax once more, my recent annoyance easing.

"Did the monsters scare you again?"

"No," he quickly answers, pouting again, not admitting the truth.

He turns his body away from me, causing the bean bag chair to rotate, making it uncomfortable for me to sit on as it shifts closer to his side.

I sigh, looking up to the ceiling, a moment of silence going by as I listen to mine and my brother's breathing, the darkness of the night shadowing my room, aside from the small light of the lamps outside peeking their way through the draps of my windows, the lights aren't strong enough to glow up my room.

"Can you get some water for me?" He asks, interrupting my small thoughts.

I groan as his question sinks in, before obeying, standing up off the chair.

Once I stand up, I look at him from above, shaking my head at his cute little self, curling up in a petite form, making himself fit with such ease, I think to myself...

Why am I so nice?

Smiling at the already sleeping boy, I open the door to my room, leaving to go get him some water.

Then I close the door behind me, quietly, making sure no 'creak' is made.

Looking up and down the hallway, double checking my surroundings, I make my way down the hall and then I'm already walking down the stairs.

My hand trails on the railing as I walk slowly, looking up the already walked on stairs, hoping I haven't woken my mom up, I've made an effort to be silent to keep her asleep, I triumphantly make it down the stairs without a mom in sight and with no 'creak' sound to be found.

Smiling, I turn back around, making my way to the kitchen.

I opened the fridge of the kitchen.

Wait, why am I opening this- I think to myself and chuckle.

Closing the door, I reach over to open a cupboard for a glass instead.

About to pour water into the cup, I turn the sink knob, letting the water pour, allowing it to flow down onto the cup.

The water drips loudly as it hits the bottom of the sink, echoing slightly for a second, which makes me turn the water off in an impulse, hoping it didn't make so much noise.

Ready to go to bed, bean bag, I turn around to, instead of finding absolutely nothing and just going back to my night, I find a black figure by the kitchen island.

I jump back in surprise, causing me to almost knock the water out of the cup as the fear and the figure startles me. I want to scream, but am afraid to wake the guests in my room.

"Where have you been?" I hear the figure ask.

Realizing it's just my mother, I begin to relax.

"Mom, you scared me."

She doesn't answer, her figure shadow shows her arms are crossed, probably indicating that she's not having it.

"Are you going to say, 'no, you scared me, where have you been, I was worried sick,' " I ask, mimicking the typical mother lines and I chuckle a bit at them.

She just stands there.

I sigh, feeling quickly sorry for worrying her, letting go of my sass for a moment.

"Matter of fact, I might have wanted to say that," she says.

I see her nod her head in the darkness.

"Where have you been?" She questions.

"Out?" I say, more of a question than a statement, testing my limits on how vague I can be with her, "I was just going to give Elliot some water."

"Why?"

"He asked?" I say, again, more like a question than a statement, confused as to why that's weird to her.

"So, you, dragging a body up the stairs and into your room at midnight and getting water for your brother is called 'Out' these days," she snaps, her head tilting in the shadows as her tone fires with 'not having it.'

My eyes have adjusted to the dark and I can see clearly; her raised eyebrow.

Instead of listening to this warning of a tone, I mumble a retort."You were there the whole time, Geeze. It's already midnight?"

...Oops, I think to myself.

I feel her gaze on me, probably worried and mad at the same time.

"You didn't-" She begins to ask, but I can already feel what question she's about to ask and I stop her.

"- No, I did not," I answered quickly, grossed out by her thinking I drank or had some sort of one night stand.

My words release a sigh out from my mother

A silence occurs between us, and my tiredness comes back to me as the tension slowly demolishes... slowly.

I yawn, but I try to make it quiet for I'm still alert at what my mom might do.

She's never seen me do anything this extreme, so I don't know what her way of punishment can be.

I mean, I've done something bad, right?... But maybe she'll cut me some slack because of all the nights I had to babysit Elliot while she was at work... right? Maybe she thinks this is my way of relaxing? Which it obviously isn't...

"You should get some rest," she tells me.

"You're not mad, right?"

She doesn't answer.