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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 23, 2011
- Location
- right behind you o.0
The obnoxious blaring from the alarm clock filtered into her ears, instantly waking her from the paradise inside her dreams. With a jerky hand Starr reached up to snooze the damned thing. That was until she realized it was on his side of the bed and he was making no effort to silence it. And the morning routine begins…
Now frustrated that she was awake this early on a Saturday, Starr perched herself up on an elbow and threw her pillow at the lump in the covers. “If you’re not going to turn that thing off, then get up and get ready!!”
With a sigh, she headed for the shower first. She was awake now. There was no way she could go back to sleep. Once she was out of the shower, she then headed down the hall and to the kitchen that was only large enough for one. Starr cracked a few eggs and slapped some bacon on the skillet. This morning will be a simple breakfast. If her mother taught her anything, it was how to cook. It was a good thing too because soon after her mother’s death three years ago Starr took over the cooking. If her father or older brother were to cook she would have to eat popcorn every day. That, or starve.
The meal didn’t take long to prepare and was soon distributed between three plates. Starr did not wait for her brother or her drunken father to begin eating. For all she knew, her dad was passed out still gripping his empty whiskey bottle. After their mother’s death his drinking turned into an everyday thing and it was never good to be around him in such a state.
No one was ever good enough and had to be punished to become better. His own children had come to hate the man. His punishments were brutal. Every new bruise upon Starr’s porcelain body only deepened this hatred. He was a weak man. He would only abuse her when her brother was not around to protect her. And now, she has actually come to fear the times her brother leaves her side… And yet, Starr could not leave her father’s side… The man was hurting as well. He had lost his wife, his lifelong partner. She didn’t want him to feel the pain of losing a child as well…
With a touch of her phone she checked the time. Right on schedule. Ever since her brother was forced to have to work to try to keep the roof above their head, Starr decided she would try to help out the most she could as well. Since he was completely against her finding a job as well, she started taking the liberty in making sure he had a good breakfast and was on time to work. Especially since he really wasn’t much of a morning person. It wasn’t much… But she tried her best to be supportive to her brother for all he has done, even if he didn’t want her too…
Just as Starr took her last bite of her breakfast, she heard a loud crash from her father’s room. He must’ve tripped over his clothes scattered on the floor. Sighing, she stole one last glance at her phone then headed toward the noise. After all, there was plenty of time to spare she might as well make sure the damned man was okay.
Cautiously she opened the bedroom door only to confirm what she had thought. He laid on the floor groaning unable to gather the strength to get back to his feet. Sighing once again, Starr approached his side and offered her assistance by dropping to one knee and swinging his arm around her shoulders then with all her might, stood bringing them to their feet. The smell of hard liquor was overwhelming and made her want to vomit. Instead, Starr dragged him to his bed and turned to the door, leaving him to gravel in his self-destruction. Now that one man was taken care of, on to the next.
“Will! Come on, you’re going to be late!”
Now frustrated that she was awake this early on a Saturday, Starr perched herself up on an elbow and threw her pillow at the lump in the covers. “If you’re not going to turn that thing off, then get up and get ready!!”
With a sigh, she headed for the shower first. She was awake now. There was no way she could go back to sleep. Once she was out of the shower, she then headed down the hall and to the kitchen that was only large enough for one. Starr cracked a few eggs and slapped some bacon on the skillet. This morning will be a simple breakfast. If her mother taught her anything, it was how to cook. It was a good thing too because soon after her mother’s death three years ago Starr took over the cooking. If her father or older brother were to cook she would have to eat popcorn every day. That, or starve.
The meal didn’t take long to prepare and was soon distributed between three plates. Starr did not wait for her brother or her drunken father to begin eating. For all she knew, her dad was passed out still gripping his empty whiskey bottle. After their mother’s death his drinking turned into an everyday thing and it was never good to be around him in such a state.
No one was ever good enough and had to be punished to become better. His own children had come to hate the man. His punishments were brutal. Every new bruise upon Starr’s porcelain body only deepened this hatred. He was a weak man. He would only abuse her when her brother was not around to protect her. And now, she has actually come to fear the times her brother leaves her side… And yet, Starr could not leave her father’s side… The man was hurting as well. He had lost his wife, his lifelong partner. She didn’t want him to feel the pain of losing a child as well…
With a touch of her phone she checked the time. Right on schedule. Ever since her brother was forced to have to work to try to keep the roof above their head, Starr decided she would try to help out the most she could as well. Since he was completely against her finding a job as well, she started taking the liberty in making sure he had a good breakfast and was on time to work. Especially since he really wasn’t much of a morning person. It wasn’t much… But she tried her best to be supportive to her brother for all he has done, even if he didn’t want her too…
Just as Starr took her last bite of her breakfast, she heard a loud crash from her father’s room. He must’ve tripped over his clothes scattered on the floor. Sighing, she stole one last glance at her phone then headed toward the noise. After all, there was plenty of time to spare she might as well make sure the damned man was okay.
Cautiously she opened the bedroom door only to confirm what she had thought. He laid on the floor groaning unable to gather the strength to get back to his feet. Sighing once again, Starr approached his side and offered her assistance by dropping to one knee and swinging his arm around her shoulders then with all her might, stood bringing them to their feet. The smell of hard liquor was overwhelming and made her want to vomit. Instead, Starr dragged him to his bed and turned to the door, leaving him to gravel in his self-destruction. Now that one man was taken care of, on to the next.
“Will! Come on, you’re going to be late!”