Honest Liar

This is my normal

Dextra - 

The party is bumping below me with some trashy 00s throwback. My attic is shaking. My trophies are pounding the floor as the beat bumps below my feet. Damien always throws ragers after a win on Friday nights. I know I made the winning interception against the number 5 team in the state. I understand it's for "me" but I'm sitting here staring up through my sky light at the stars.

They are still and bright. We live outside the city where no lights flood the natural beauty of the galaxy. The stars are thousands of years old, and even dead, but they still find a way to shine so brightly that I'm mesmerized every night before I go to bed.

My beautiful mother built this roof in the shape of a trapezoid with a flat top. Making the entire top out of solid Plexiglas we could see the stars at night, this used to be the sun room but my father made it my room when I got older. He put me up here because I look too much like her and remind him of her.

Barbie was her nickname because of her beauty. But her name was Barbra. We could be twins except my her is naturally dark brown and her was blonde. My twin looks exactly like me and maybe that's why our father doesn't like us. We're a reminder of what he had and lost. So he separated us and made our cells far away from him. My brothers' room is in the basement.

It was an in law suite before the death of a mother. Our father keeps the remaining 2 floors of the house. Well, I guess when he's here. He's not here much.

"Yo, you staying up here all night? People are doing keg stands in your honor and your not even basking in it" My brother Dame says to me. He's plastered and very high. I can see his eyes, those dark brown eyes bloodshot and make him seem like a villain in a corny horror movie.

But I guess my life IS a corny movie.

"Dame, give them my regards but I'm ok here." I say off my bed that is built into the ground. The architecture in this room is remarkable. My mother was a genius. She was a visionary. She did what NO other man could do. Built dream houses and beautiful pieces of art.

"Okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk love you Dex" I hate that nickname. I always have.

As my hatch slams shut I stare at the moon. It's crescent shape glaring back at me. I let the rays drag me to rest as I put in my earbuds and listen to Starset as I float into the galaxy of my dreams.

"I told you no more"

"I can afford another one"

"You cold hearted bitch,

Two is enough"

"I'm sorry"

Damien - 

"Fuck" I say as I wake up with a throbbing brain next to my toilet. I look to my bed and there's another one naked. I look outside and it's still dark. Thank God it's fall.

"Hey Taylor, I ordered an Uber it's gonna be here in 4 minutes." I say to the redhead lying sprawled out in my bed. I pick up the clothes thrown on the floor and place it on the bed for them to change into once they understand the surroundings.

"Hey, Dame, I know were good friends but can we tell no one about this? Last night was the best I've ever had but you know rumors and our school. We can't risk anything."

I nod in agreement because this is how hooking up works. Taylor gets up and walks up the stairs and I hear the door close and a sigh of relief leaves my body. Dex can't know I'm sexually active as a 16 year old. Not now. Dex would be so pissed. I fall into bed once more and let sleep take me to a time that is not now and to a time where my anxiety doesn't exist.