A Coffee Away

Prologue

Nothing feels great than taking a two-week break away from all the homework and strict teachers.

I walked to our front porch and notice my brother, Trek, sitting in one of the stairs looking all down and gloomy.

He finally notices my presence as I began to get close to him and he lifts his head to meet my eyes and gives me a forced smile.

"Why the frick are you outside?" I ask him and he shrugs,then nods his head to the door before looking up front and stares at nothing.

I groan and walk up to the door with my keys jangling in my hands as I unlock it. I immediately notice the smell of alcohol and rotten pizza, dangling in the air.

I scrunch my face but nonetheless, turn my head to my brother who stood up and walked past me and directly up stairs.

This happend all the time.

The house would be left with bottles of vodka and beer in the livingroom, the kitchen--and almost everywhere. The smell of alcohol is always present in the air.

I sighed sympathetically to myself and began to pick up the bottles and managed to get a large garbage bag along and carefully placed eached one and after I got all of them, I placed it in the front porch and began to spray and, spray and, spray, almost half the bottle of a air freshener.

Once I managed to get the air ten times more better, I closed the door, sweeped, vacuumed and literally cleaned the whole place.

I plump into our pastel green couch and let out a long sigh

This was always my after-school routine. Just clenaing the house by myself. I didn't mind though.

I looked at my surroundings and I fight of the tears that were forcing a way out of my eyes.

A year ago, this house was always full with love, chatter, peace, and more love. I'd remembered, I would get all giddy just the thought of going home after school. But now,

I just felt. Nothing.

I had got used to it. But I haven't been over the trauma that haunted me for 4 months. After taking a big brave decision that I should consult to a psychologist to loosen up and atleast tell someone what's been locked up in my mind.

After a-thousand sleeping pills, long restless night. I got used to it. I would wake up to a school morning, screaming and clawing my fingers at my sheets as my brother tries to calm me down.

Honestly I'm more sad for my brother than i am for myself. He has suffered ALOT at a very young age and not even our dad can make him feel better.

My parent's were divorced three years after my brother was born. It all happend to fast. One moment their alll lovey-dovey.Then the next, their both signing a uselss piece of paper with their names on, agreeing to have to split up and just leave their kids.

My phone rang causing me to snap out of my daze and reachout to my back pocket, swiping to the green call sign, I placed the phone to my ear.

"**Hello?"

"Hello, Is this Miss Briar speaking?"

"Y-yes,... It's me, how can I help y-you?"

"Congratulations, We received your resume a few days ago and were happy to announce that you got the job**!"

Silence

and more Silence.

Realization hit me like a fucking baseball bat and I jumped up from the couch.

"OMG-- really?!"

The woman chuckled "Yes Miss Briar"

"Oh my goodness--Okay, Okay-So when do I start?" I shriek with a grin on my face.

"**Well, technically you still have to do some training with the others who also got accepted. When your qualified and ready, You can officially start"

"OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!"

"Your Welcome, have a nice day**" The woman chuckled

"You too!" I chirped happily and ran to up the stairs.

I slammed my Brother's bedroom door open which makes him flinch and lift up the other side of his headset.

"**The hell sis?"

"GUESS WHAT?!"

"What**?" he replied sarcastically

"I GOT THE JOB!"

Hearing that, he stops his game and throws himself at me.

"Woah!"

"THATS SOO AWESOME SIS!!" he bursts and I chuckle

"Im finally gonna have a job--well, we still have to train first but Im sure I can nail the training part" I struggle to breathe so I gently push him away.

"**I can't breathe you idiot"

"Oops, sorry**" he shrugs and scratches the back of his head.

"Well Im sure you can obviously nail the training" He scoffs and we both burst into a fit of laughter.

Once we stopped I smile and suddenly feel like im at peace.

My brothers takes a step forward and gives me one of his infamous bear hugs and pats me in the back.

"Thank you for everything sis, I mean it" he says un all seriousness and I feel the tears are starting to form.

I dont reply but wrap my arms around his waist and we both stand there, hugging the only person left who I can call..

my family.

and what's better?

I finally got my dream job, working in L.A's famous café.

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(wow that rhymed)