Saving Him

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You know those mornings where you just don't want to get up because of the amazing dream you're having? Well that's me right now. I'm having the best dream of my life; Channing Tatum is my husband, we bang every night, and live on a private island. You seriously cannot get much better.

     Well my dreams came to an end when I heard the sound of glass shattering.

     Must be Jacob and dad going at it again.

     See, my brother Jacob and dad don't get along too well. Jake is in his first year of college and isn't taking it seriously so my dad gets super pissed and threatens to not pay for it anymore. This is a weekly thing- especially since my brother thought he got this girl pregnant. Turns out, it was someone else's baby. Slut.

     When I say slut, I mean my brother.

     "LIKE HELL IF YOU THINK I'M PAYING FOR ANOTHER SEMESTER FOR YOU TO SIT ON YOUR LAZY ASS AND PARTY!" My father shouted to my brother. Yes, their screaming is so loud I can hear it from my bedroom up the stairs.

     "I'M DOING MY WORK! WHAT THE FUCK MORE DO YOU NEED?!" Jake shouts back at my father.

     I hear another glass shattering and that's my call to go downstairs and break it up... Again.

     I trudge down the stairs, I probably look like death at the moment but I don't even give two shits.

     Once I reach the kitchen where they're fighting I stop in the doorway and glare, so they know I'm pissed. "Could you two please knock it off! I'm sick and tired of these arguments!" I shout and then point my index finger at Jake. "Jake, get your life together and start taking it seriously! And dad, stop threatening that you're not going to pay for his college and pull the damn plug already!"

     Jake looks at me wide eyed. "What? No! Diana, I thought you were on my side?!" He questions me.

     I roll my eyes. "I am on your side! Maybe if dad stops paying for everything you do it will make you grow up a bit! I'm sick of being woken up by these constant arguments."

     "Honey, I'm sorry. Jake, why can't you be more like your sister?" My father questions him.

     He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "So grow boobs?"

     I laugh while my father rolls his eyes. "No, you know what I mean. Be more mature!" He then looks at his watch for the time. "Shit, I'm running late. Bye, see you tonight." He days before kissing the side of my head as he quickly walks out the door.

     "Wow, it's really great to know my sister has my back." Jake said sarcastically.

     I put my hands up in defense. "Hey, I'm not the one who flunked my English class. Just get it together and get through this. You don't want to be in school your whole life. I know I can't wait to get out of it. Only one more year to go!" I happily said while taking a bite out of my apple.

     He clicks his tongue and crosses his arms over his chest. "Speaking of school, doesn't your first day start in 5 minutes?"

     I turn around and look at the clock, it's 7:55 am and school starts at 8. "Shit!" I run up the stairs and went straight into my bedroom to get ready.

     'Crap! What do I wear?! My thoughts that I always have on the first day back to school.

     I pull on a pair of light washed skinny jeans and then a short sleeved, grey, v-neck on. I slide in my black Vans and quickly examine myself once over in the mirror. My long blonde hair was still in a braid so I quickly undid it and had awkward looking waves in it. I didn't have time to fix it, so I quickly swiped some mascara on and called it a day.