Another night [Nytestar]

It's clear that she's so damn drunk. Her name is Velvet, she moved in around the same time as me so I know her kind of, she's family and all and I know most of the family because I'm just like that. But I never knew she was a drinker so I'm kind of surprised to see her this drunk but there is also a hint of annoyance mixed in with this emotion because she's coming in at such a freaking late time. I watch her with a neutral expression as she slams the door in the doorway and flops on her front and I roll my still sleepy eyes and slowly slide off the couch, so I don't startle her.

Ugh why would she walk in drunk at this time? It's probably the morning! "Relax, it's just me." She says so drunkenly. Well I guess it could be worse. She could have a boy or a girl walking through the doorway with her. If it came to that then I probably wouldn't have let her in the house, there's little kiddies who sleep here and I don't think they would want to be watching that. I close the book and set it next to me in the couch and then give off a deep sigh, why did this kind of BS have to happen to me? I knew I should've slept upstairs like a normal person.

I walk up to her and grab her under the armpits and haul her up so she's upright, it takes a tremendous amount of effort, with a loud grunt I almost have to drag her so she's sitting next to me on the couch. ”Well, someone’s had a crazy night.” I say with a sigh, I look her right in the eyes but it’s clear they’re not focused because of how drunk she is, how much was she drinking? It’s things like this which annoy me a lot, walking in drunk, late at night when people are trying to sleep, it’s pretty selfish to be honest and I hate that.

It feels weird that someone a year younger than me has probably drunk more than I have in my life but honestly I think alcohol is poison so I won’t drink it. Do I think it makes me any less of a man? Hell no, I think being addicted to alcohol shows who’s weak. I picked her up and put her on the couch because I can’t have her drunk and sleeping on the floor, what if someone walked in and saw her blocking the doorway and I know she’d just complain the next day. ”So what time do you call this Velvet? If you’re going to go out and get drunk why can’t you just go to a friend’s house? You’re going to wake everybody up.” I whisper to her calmly and soothingly, so I don’t alarm her by sounding angry or aggravate her because the last thing I need is to get into an argument with my drunk half-sister.

Aww great, why does she have to cry now?

I absolutely hated things like that, making people feel pain and making them cry, that's why I preferred to just sit back and go with the flow. The one time I try to be stern and this is what happens, I start to make my own sister cry. Not that I felt too bad about it or anything, this really is her own fault after all, I just think it's kind of a pain, I could be sleeping up in my room right now or reading a nice book and instead I'm making a drunk person cry? Now what part of that is fair? I sigh and look at her sympathetically as the warm tears begin to roll down her cheeks like miniature water falls.

"C-come on. Don't start crying now." I mutter and she begins to wipe them away but she doesn't look at me, she continues to simply stare at the floor like a naughty child getting chewed out. Great now she's making me feel like one of those mean parents who chew their kids out and their kid is too scared to look at them. I hate it.I hate being that guy, I hate being that guy who people are scared of, I would rather be the cool guy who people aren't afraid to open up to or aren't scared to be a little bit bad around.

But I'm one of the oldest in the family, and I feel like protecting them is a bit of a responsibility, and honestly this is probably one of the only responsibilities I have. I may not bring money to this house, or clean this house but I sure can help the younger people in this house. When I see her cry I don't feel bad but I feel sorry for her. She says she usually quieter. She usually comes home steaming drunk at this time? She's not only a danger to herself but being a danger to other people. I make a mental note to myself to throw out all the liquor in this house, no one here should be drinking that poison anyway.

"Velvet, I'm not going to pretend that this is okay or not your fault because it's not okay and it is your fault. But what I will say is that this has to stop." I say to her, I'm not shouting at her or trying to say or do anything I'll regret later. I don't know why she's doing this but there's no reason to be turning to drugs or alcohol, a lot of kids have a damaged past, I can't say my past was exactly 'damaged' but I did lose my mother but then again she was a whore, but she was still my mom and it still hurt. That's why I'm here and she's probably here because however was looking after her died or took of without her.

I'm still looking at her and then I speak. "Velvet, it's okay. I'm not angry at you."