Sibling psyc. Part 1.

As the day wore on, Ambers head became weary, and she began to feel dizzy. Occasionally she would bump her knee on the end of the counter as she frantically made her way to patiently waiting customers.1

“I think I need more coffee” she said while rubbing her forehead.2

“NO! I think you’ve had enough” Tom blurted out as he grabbed Amber’s hand and pulled it off the handle of the coffee pot.3

Tom let go of her hand and turned his head toward Amber.4

“Fine” she said, while rubbing her eyes.5

After a couple of seconds, amber heard a bell ring, which meant that food was ready to be served.6

She scooped up 2 plates and headed toward table #5. As she set the food on the table, the manager, Church, or “stubs” as all of his employees call him walked wearily out of the kitchen door with his eyes fixed on Amber.7

Heading back around the bar to await another order “stubs” greeted Amber, and told her to take a break. Amber replied with a look that meant “gladly”, but she said nothing. With Tom in the store room fetching some napkins, Amber poured herself a cup of coffee, and headed for the break room.8

She found herself a nice comfy seat and grabbed a cigarette from her apron pocket. The clock showed a time that took a lot of pressure off of her eyes. Only and hour and thirteen minutes, and she was done. The day did seem long, and tiresome. but with it being Friday, she knew the end of her shift would be rewarding.9

When the day was finally over Amber finished cleaning up her table and met Tom in the parking lot. He was leaning up against his truck, and when he noticed Amber heading his way he hopped in and started it up.10

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As Amber approached the doorway, she noticed that Allen Hallmans truck was in the driveway and right away the though of having a nice Friday night vanished quicker than a deer after a gunshot. Allen was a low life, which seems to be Tracey’s specialty. He was 28, yet he lived in a frat house. But don’t let the educational cover deceive you. He does not attend college. In fact he doesn’t even have his high school diploma. His only source of income is the money he gets for dealing drugs to college students. Which is probably another reason Tracey finds herself “attracted” to him?12

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When Amber reached the door, she stopped for a second. As she grabbed the handle, a loud smashing sound came from upstairs. Amber became aware now, but not completely. As Tom sped away in his truck, she entered the house. The sound of classical rock music came pouring from Tracey’s room, so she continued with caution. When she got to Tracey’s room she started inching her ear closer to the door, but before it got there she could hear both Tracey, and Allen moaning, and the springs in the bed’s mattress creaking up and down.14

Amber’s facial expression went from relieved in one second, to disgusted in the next. She decided to not bother her sister tonight; instead she headed to their outdated 1950’s fridge, and snatched up a beer. She lost her appetite as soon as she walked in the house, so she decided to go to her room, where she would eventually fall asleep and hopefully forget the whole thing.15

With a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other she made her way through the dark hallway, and soon found her door. Amber’s room was small but quaint; the furniture consist of a small twin size bed, night stand, with a shade less lamp on top, and a small cedar block, and wood bookcase, which consists of horror novels, a cd player, and one Black flag compact disc.(the only one she owns). The carpet is old and raggedy, and the color of it looks like it could be green mixed with to many other colors. With Her room on the east side of the house the only window has a Black cloth draped in front of it to block out the sun in the morning. Well. Maybe the room’s not quite…quaint, but it’s a room, and a place to sleep none the less.16

Lying on her bed Amber, started to think of her sister. She was surprised with the way Tracey had ended up. She couldn’t explain the reason for her drug abuse, and more or less decided that, it was the death of their parents that caused such trauma. Amber thought Tracey would be successful in live, not become a junkie looser. But unfortunately the tables turned at some point, and then things started to go downhill.17

Amber started to doze, when she lifted her to look at her alarm clock, when she saw only a big red blur, she then knew that it was time to “hit the hay” as her mother had once told her.18

When what seemed like hours, Amber awoke to the sound of a door being slammed down the hall. Figuring out who it might be was no process that involved thinking, since the only other door in the hallway was Tracey’s. Amber learned quickly out of bed, and searched for the red glare of her digital clock, and without change all she could see was a blurred mess. She then rubbed her eyes and squinted until she could make out the numbers 2, 4, and 8. While pushing her covers off herself in a slow tired gesture, a loud but short scream came from what must have been Tracey’s doorway, since it sounded like it was coming from both the hallway and Tracey’s room. 19

“You shut up!” said Allen with increasing loudness.20

Tracey’s voice then came in short blotted out sputters. She was crying21

Amber’s first instinct was to head straight for the Remington shotgun stashed in the closet nest to the bathroom. And that’s exactly what she did.22

After loading the heavy weapon, she started walking towards her sister, who was apparently in distress. Tracey continued to cry, which left an image in Ambers head every time her voice would rise in a short yelp, which told she was being smacked around, or even beaten by the ruthless prick of a “guy” that was apparently only using her sister. As she got the door way she pointed the gun straight into the room, and then sighted it straight on Allen’s forehead.23

“If I were you right now, I’d pack my shit, and get the fuck out of here”24

The look on Allen’s face was something unrealistic; Amber thought his expression was that of someone who was about to die. She wished she had a camera to capture the moment. But even if she did have one, there would be no time.25

Allen backed away from Tracey, and then stood up. He grabbed his shirt, and shoes. Then raising his hands in the air, he walked toward the doorway. When he got about 3 feet away from the door Amber stepped back, and out of the way, with the gun still aimed on his forehead. The look on Allen’s face hadn’t changed. He proceeded to leave the house, and when he got outside, he yelled in a quickened pace “your crazy!” and then he was gone.26