I undo my pyjama bottoms Pull down my jocks Take aim, and feel the sweet sensation of urination. I seesaw between sleep-heaven and battling my path to the bathroom, waging a silent war in my head: Can I hold it in or should I get up? Sacrificing my comfort, I slip out of my blanket and make my way towards the en suite. My heavy eyes battle against my growling bladder.
The lingering scent of alcohol the only signal he was here.īattling against the music, I smother myself into my duvet its warmth hugging my body - unfortunately the only thing hugging my body at all these days. A chuckle and a wink and he disappears - shutting my door and returning the room to its somewhat silence. 'Oh and can you turn your music down 's so fucking loud.' I sit up dramatically, grabbing a pillow and place it around my ears - meeting the blurry gaze of my stumbling older brother. Horrible boyfriend - all 5 days he is their boyfriend. He has always managed to boast an exhilarating vibe - stealing the hearts of many young, gullible girls who part their legs like Moses parted the sea. Harvey has always been the life of the party, I mean, he is the physical embodiment of a party: Loud, fun, colourful, exciting. 'Danté! Come down stairs and party dudeee!' My brother screams franticly from my doorway my duvet unable to mask his begging - his voice a mixture of drunken glee and intoxication.
