After the harrowing encounter with my mother, I realize I need a break. A day off won't cut it. Maybe even a week off.
Lying on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, I grab my phone and text my only friend. "I need a vacation. Wanna join me?"
Her reply comes quickly, filled with curiosity and enthusiasm. "What happened? Where are we going? Let's explore somewhere in the country. We haven't seen our country enough," she suggests, her eagerness palpable through the screen.
"Let's go to the Tenia province, the beaches are great plus we'll see some eye candy," I enthusiastically reply.
A soft chuckle escapes me as her reply flashes across my screen, accompanied by a meme perfectly encapsulates her playful demeanor. These little moments, filled with her infectious energy and unwavering support, remind me why she's my closest confidante. Even in turmoil, she never fails to bring a spark of joy to my world.
With a newfound sense of optimism stirring within me, I ponder the potential of our impending escapade. Her presence alone is enough to ease the weight of my troubles, and I find solace in the prospect of exploring the unknown with my dearest friend by my side. As I sink deeper into the comfort of my surroundings, I can't help but feel a glimmer of excitement for the adventures that lie ahead.
Feeling the weight of the upcoming conversation with my brothers, I decided to take a nap. Hopefully, a bit of rest will give me the courage I need to ask for a traveling allowance.
Curling up in bed, I relax, hoping that sleep will provide the clarity and strength I seek. With each breath, I drift closer to slumber, trusting that I'll be ready to face the challenge head-on when I wake up.
"Bunny, it's time to wake up," Henley's gentle voice rouses me from my slumber. "We need to go somewhere, Rome needs us."
I open my eyes and look up as my brother gives me a gentle smile. It always fascinates me how Henley can be so soft while having sharp features. He stands tall at 6'4, his dark eyebrows framing his expressive eyes. Beneath his stoic exterior lie hidden dimples, a rare glimpse of his softer side. His dark hair adds to his striking presence, completing the picture of a man who commands attention wherever he goes.
My brother is handsome, but I'm prettier. Or at least, that is what I always tell myself.
I wake up and look him in the eyes, "What is so important that I have to be woken from my beauty sleep?".
"Rome is acting crazy. We need to meet him at the Domean Club. Get up. Get dressed. We need to leave in 15 minutes," says Henley as he exits my room.
"Arg, why is he acting like a diva again?" I mumble as I get to ready myself. When you have unpredictable older brothers, you must always be prepared for anything.
I simply wear a pair of boyfriend jeans, a white crop top, and a cap. I grab my purse and head downstairs.
"Let's go," I tell Henley as I approach the door. I put on my slippers and sneakers, which are on the shoe rack.
We arrive at the club, with a long line at the entrance. We step out of the car and head inside. Not to be cocky or anything, but that's the best thing about being from an affluent family.
The music is pumping through the speakers, and people dance to it. As we move to the VIP rooms upstairs, I sway my body to the music. When we arrive outside the door, we hear glasses shattering. I roll my eyes and give Henley a pointed look. "Your brother is so dramatic, man," I say as I open the door.
When we walk in, the room is a mess. There are shattered glasses everywhere on the floor, and Rome is a mess. He is pacing across the room, and everyone else is standing too far from him. Everyone has their demons, and the one dealing with his is my brother in a room full of people who do not know him enough to judge him. I hate that he is in this situation but there is nothing I can do but be there for him and calm him down enough so that he doesn't lash out.