Prince Of Blood {Completed}

Crawl

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"Caretaker"

I woke up feeling especially groggy. Mornings suck . . .
I glanced at my alarm clock, 10:34.

Despite the fact it was pretty late, I didn't feel like getting up.
It was Saturday, I could sleep in a little, right?

Considering I never do.
Because the world can never give me a break . . .

So, I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
I couldn't though.

Partially because Stanley was poking me with his wet nose, urging me to wake up.
But also because a little voice in my head was nagging me to get up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!
You have things to do today. . . wake up!

I gave into the naggy voice after a few minutes.
Considering I had some damage control to take care of today.

I had to clear the mess up with Jake and Ken.
And go see how Austin was doing.

I rolled out of bed.
I noticed I was still wearing the black skirt and tank top. Yea, not going downstairs in that.

I immediatly shimmied out of the skirt and replaced it with a plain pair of jeans.
Then I just threw a big black sweatshirt over the tank top.

Yea, I'm such a diva.

Then, after slipping my feat into my sneakers, I ambled downstairs.
Everyone was in the kitchen this morning.

My dad was at the table, grading papers. I could imagine what he was writing. F, F, F. . .He teaches Advanced Calculus for God's sake! How can you not fail?
My mom was digging around in the freezer for something.

Ken was slouched over a plate of eggs, poking them absently with his fork.
Jake was sitting at the table too, sulking.

My gaze immediatly lifted to his black eye.
It looked like it hurt.

But, I had no sympathy for him.
Maybe if he didn't walk around being such an ass, bad things wouldn't happen to him.

"Morning" I said as I sat down at the table.
Jake glared at me.

I grinned smugly back at him.
Neener, neener, neener. . .

"Morning honey" my mom said casually "You got home late last night"
"Yea, sorry about that" and then I added, with an accusatory glare at Jake, "We had to drive Austin to the emergency room"

Ok, so that's technically a lie.
But, the injury was severe enough that, if he were human, we would of had to take him to the emergency room.

"Oh dear" she said, taking an ice pack out of the freezer "What happened?"
She brought it over to Jake, and he put it over his eye.

"Well" I stated "Jake and Ken showed up and were being jackasses. And Jake got into a fight with Austin. And at one point, Jake pushed Austin and he fell. And, unfortunately, a piece of wood was sticking out of the floor. And it stabbed into Austin's hand"

"Jake!" my mom rebuked.
I snickered spitefully.

"Hey, it's not my fault!" he defended himself "The little punk punched me in the eye first!"
My mom raised an eyebrow, "Why did he do that?" she asked curiously.

"Because Jake called me a whore" I hissed.
"Jake!" my mom rebuked "You don't talk to your sister like that!"

Ha!
Nobody calls me a whore and gets away with it.