THE DEADLY NIGHTSHADE – ENGLISH VERSION
04 – The Two Stripes
The snoring sound and the smell of booze overtook Belle's scent, she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
The ray of sunshine through the window fell on his older brother's face, his mouth open and his dirty hair messy.
Belle tiptoeing over the beer bottles scattered on the carpet, it already smelled musty and dirty. Belle never had time to wash them because her brother sleep in that room. His job was just watching TV and drinking, occasionally going out to take his girl to Belle's flat while his sister working at the bar.
Belle went into her room and straight to the bathroom to vomit. She couldn't take it anymore.
How much longer she could endure living like this? Living with a useless brother.
Belle washed her face, cleaned her heavy makeup. As she looked at the mirror above the sink, she saw a tired girl looking back at her.
Her eyes shimmering from the dim light and her skin was pale. Her hair was limp and cracked, she forgot the last time she had styled it.
Belle sighed heavily. She was only twenty-three years old, but it felt like she had lived long enough to feel that life isn't fair.
Belle is an old woman trapped in a healthy, strong and sexy body.
Nothing fair and she's tired of it. She stopped hoping that one day things will change for the better. No matter how hard she worked, the result was zero. Her only family was the drunken brother who didn't help her at all.
Randall never once tried to help his younger sister, instead he moved into Belle's flat after being kicked out of the gang and his life never be the same again.
Belle sits on the toilet seat, staring at the brown stain on the faded tile floor. The stain was not there yesterday when she left home to work.
Her hand grabbed the brush under the sink and began brushing the stain. The sound of the plastic brush rubbing against the ceramic made a deafening squeak, but Belle continued brushing as hard as she could.
She was still wearing her work clothes, her hair smelled of hairspray and her mascara started to melt as her tears fell down her thin cheeks. The stain was still on, Belle continued to rub it, staring at the stain with annoyance. Damn, the stain was just like his brother's, no matter how hard she rubbed it, the stain did not come off at all.
Belle threw her brush in a corner of the bathroom in frustration, it hit the trash can until its contents scattered on the floor. Belle's eyes fell on the stick-shaped object, she slowly grabbed it and examined it. The white stick with a purple tip shows two red stripes.
'Damn it!' Belle cussed to herself, clutching the stick in annoyance. Her gaze shifted to the TV room, the place where the snoring came from, 'How could he do that? Stupid little bastard!'
Belle got up from her crouched position beside the trash can and rushed over to her brother. Her steps trotted like soldiers going to the battlefield. When she saw that Randall was still sleeping, with one leg, Belle kicked her brother's body. Randall did not open his eyes, instead he changed his sleeping position, rolling his back to Belle.
"Dale!!" Belle shouted, kicking her brother's back irritably. "Wake up you idiot!!"
"Eurrggghhh!" Randall grumbled, he rubbed his eyes and looked at Belle with confusion "Oh, you're home. Do you bring food? " he asked hoarsely. The smell of alcohol wafted from his mouth almost made Belle vomit on her brother's face.
"Food!" Belle screamed the top of her lungs. "You can't even feed yourself, how can you feed one more mouth?!" she asked, holding up the stick in front of her brother's stupid face. "Which bitch have you knocked up, huh?!"
Randall frowned. "What the fuck are you talking about?!" he exclaimed, getting up from the floor. His head still felt dizzy from the hangover.
It felt like Belle wanted to tear Randall's face with the stick, she crouched down so they stared face to face, "You don't know what this is?" she asked in a tone as if he taught young children to pee on the toilet.
Randall pursed his lips "Maybe it's yours." He said while shrugging his shoulders indifferently.
"You fucking idiot!" Belle screamed in frustration, pushing Randall's shoulder "I have never been this stupid, you know! It's not mine! It's yours!"
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