Prologue

Here’s some things you should know about me…I’m eighteen, a high school drop-out, abandoned by my father and left to take care of my fifteen year old brother by myself (pleasant enough yet?)…actually I can’t really say by myself because my dad does send a fairly nice check every so often and he does call every….two or three months. I consider it being abandoned…my brother believes that our dad will come back soon, just like he keeps saying in his letters from different places.

I thought only little kids were supposed to believe those things.

I work at a seventies style restaurant. You know…one of those places where the girls were those dresses like what they would have worn, working in a diner back in the seventies. I work any shift so sometimes I have to deal with the early morning drunks. I rarely see my brother because of me working a lot and him going to school still (he wants to stop school and work to help…I told him no fucking way).

Oh…did I forget to mention that my brother’s best friend is older then I am? It’s true…apparently his best friend is twenty, which leads me to ask why he’s hanging out with a fifteen year old? I’ve never met the guy but I bet he’s some psycho or something. Either that or he’s as big of a video game freak as my brother. Who can tell the difference these days though? All I know is he’s in a band that my brother wants to join.

Now a bit more about myself. Like I said, I’m eighteen. I have blonde hair that reaches my mid-back and blue-grey eyes that people are beginning to say look very cold and hard. I guess they would look that way with what I’ve gone through this last year.

Oh…I also have a boyfriend that is a complete asshole to me and likes to makes sure I know where ‘my place’ is…but if it weren’t for him, I think that I wouldn’t be able to keep my brother with me. My brother hates my boyfriend but what can I do?