Hi! So this is my first original story that i uploaded onto this website. I hope it doesn't suck. This chapter is really short because it's the prologue. Enjoy!

Prologue

Justin Christopher Cruz opened his sore coffee eyes. His bedroom slowly shook, blurrily. He agreed he wasn't ever going to ever party that hard ever again. All the sophomore drinking and smoking underage was a normal Friday night to Justin. Last night was just way too crazy for him. Maria, the average popular girl you probably have at your school, invited him to her house when her parents were gone. Almost the whole school was there! The lights were dimmed, loud music drowned their ears, junior girls threw off their shirts, everyone was drinking, and people were hooking up. The taste of whiskey still lingered on Justin's tongue. Dark circles laid under his eyes and he looked like complete garbage.

"Ugh…" he groaned, rubbing his aching head causing his hair to get messier.

He rolled out of bed, trying to keep his balance. His head felt like someone was hammering nails into it. His eyes glared an imaginary hole in his alarm clock, attempting to figure out what time it was. All he managed to see were blurs of light. Justin trampled through the mess of clothes on the floor. Thank God Mom isn't coming home until late night. He grabbed his thick rimmed glasses and carefully walked downstairs. Each step down jolted a pain right above his left knee. When did that pain get there?

"Brother!" he heard to familiar high pitched voices.

His younger sister, Brittany, ran up to him and pulled Justin to the dining table. Even Justin's weak seven year old sister could take advantage of him when he had a hangover. She and her twin brother, Brandon, haven't caught on why Justin was weak on Saturday mornings. Justin would tell them that he would be working out on Fridays. Brittany and Brandon were too innocent and naive to bother him anymore about the topic, so they have to believe that.

The table was topped with bacon, eggs, toast, butter, bagels, croissants, cream cheese, orange juice, and chocolate milk. They didn't make those themselves. Did they? Justin sat in the chair he always sat in. The chair he sat in was the perfect spot. It was on the very right next to the window where he could watch all the cars pass by and the people walk their dogs or bring their kids to the bus stop. His seat was away from Brittany and Brandon.

Then Justin's eyes met his older sister's jade ones. Justin's older sister was Miranda. She left for college a year ago. Surprisingly, she was actually home for once. Usually she was at her dorm room, taking a class in college, or partying with unknown people.

"Why are you here?" Justin blurted out quietly so she couldn't smell his breath.

"Why? I can't visit once in a while?" Miranda gave a small smile.

Justin stared at her, unbelieving her. Miranda sighed lightly.

"Mom begged me to come over and visit. She isn't even here though." she explained, "I have more important things to do."

"Yeah sure." he said sarcastically, grabbing a plate of bacon, toast, and croissants.

Miranda examined Justin's baggy eyes, quiet voice, and extremely messy chocolate brown hair. Then she gave him a serious stare that made him flinch. She put down her fork and stood up from her seat. Justin sighed and followed her upstairs to her room.

"We'll be right back!" she called to Brittany and Brandon with a wry smile. They ignored her as they filled their mouths with bagels.

The door behind them and Justin watched her.

"What do you want to talk about? I just started eating." he whined.

"You sneaked out last night and went drinking again, didn't you?" Miranda spat out, strictly.

"So what if I took a few bottles to my mouth?" Justin mumbled.

"You know that's bad for you. You're only in your sophomore year! You're drinking underage!" she shouted at him.

"So?"

"Mom's going to freak when she finds out!"

"And Mom will freak when she finds out what you did with Jacob last winter at the hotel." Justin smirked.

Miranda got caught off guard and yelled, "You can die from drinking all the time!"

"I could do whatever I want!" he raised his voice.

"Daniel's got you addicted to that bullshit! The police can catch you guys one day! You're turning out to be an addicted bitch!" she shouted out.

"At least I'm not a big ass whore." Justin muttered under his breath.

"WHAT?" Miranda screamed, slapping him.

It stung, leaving a red mark across his cheek. He stood there, dead silent. All that was heard were their breathing. Miranda glowered at him with red eyes. She was almost to the point of tears. Justin's head faced the floor, not willing to see her angry shaking self. Miranda opened her door and literally kicked him out. He was lying on the floor breathless. She leaned against the door, staring at him as if he was dead.

"I was just trying to help you." Miranda slammed the door behind her.

Justin looked up from the floor to the door. His fists clenched in anger. She's probably crying right now. Not like I care for that whore. He shut his eyes and carefully pulled himself off the floor.

"Sorry," he whispered to the shut door before leaving.

Was it bad? I told you it was short... Please review.