I slid my window closed and flopped on my bed just in time to hear someone banging outside my bedroom door. My locked door burst open, wood chips flying everywhere, leaving a very angry looking Bobby standing in my doorway.

"You're going to replace that." I stated, nonchalantly.

"What is this?" He asked, ignoring my statement.

I glanced up. "That's a beer bottle." I said, referring to the object in his hand.

"Cut the smart talk, Missy! I mean whose is it?" He was mad.

"It's not mine." I said, truthfully.

"Then whose is it? You were the only one home today, Alex. I even asked everyone else. Explain, now" His hand was curled into a fist.

"Bobby, I don't know!" I lied.

"You want me to get everyone else involved? Then we could really get some answers out of you." He threatened.

"Bobby, I don't drink, you know that." I pleaded.

He yanked me off my bed. "Talk." He ordered.

"There's nothing else to say!" I said, pulling away from him.

"Well, Jack, Angel and Jerry are out and because you have school tomorrow I'll leave you alone, but unless you give me some information you won't be leaving this house other than school until Ma gets home." He said, turning away from me.

"Bobby, Ma won't be home for a week! That's so unfair!" I yelled after him.

"Life's unfair, Princess." He laughed before walking down the stairs.

I groaned. Bobby was mad and more than that, he didn't believe me. It wasn't my beer bottle. Bobby would kill me if he found out what had really happened that day, he would kill me.

I walked out of my room and opened the closet beside the bathroom. On the third shelf was a tool box, from inside I took out a screwdriver and began removing the door. I heard the door downstairs slam, somebody was home. Great, just what I need. I thought, bitterly.

"She's 15 for crying out loud!" Bobby yelled to whichever one of my other brothers that had just got home.

This couldn't end well. I put my headphones in and blasted my music.

"I'm tired of waking up at 5AM,

My boss has lost his freaking mind again.

I'm getting so sick of the same routine,

And living out somebody else's dream.

Another zombie coming back to life,

Only 20 but I'm feeling like I'm 45,

Better burn out than fade away,

So come and have a drink on me,

On me, on me!" Young by Hedley played loudly.

A hand reached over and pulled out my headphones.

"What are you doing?" Angel's voice came from behind me.

I shut off my music, "Replacing my door because Bobby's a jerk." I answered.

"Bobby says you've been drinking?" He asked.

The relaxed tone in his voice made me turn around and look at him, "I haven't, Angel. I promise."

He nodded but didn't seem overly convinced. "Want help with the door?"

"I'm fine, Angel." My voice was hard, I was getting frustrated.

He knelt down and helped me anyway. When the door was attached I went and sat down on my bed, shutting my eyes.

"You look tired so we'll deal with this tomorrow when you get home from school. But I'd suggest you explain to Bobby where that beer bottle came from." Angel said as he leaned against my doorway.

"Thanks, Angel." I mumbled.

"Night, Kiddo." He smiled and shut my door.

When I knew he was in his room I pulled my switchblade out from under my pillow. I opened it and stared at the blade. My brothers would kill me if they knew I had it, with exception of possibly Jerry. Jerry wasn't the violent type, but he would be mad, he would be disappointed in me. I couldn't deal with that. When he came home Bobby would tell him I'd been drinking, Bobby would tell him what he thought happened but he would say it as though he knew that he was right. Bobby wasn't right, he was terribly wrong. I wish I could have told him the truth but there was no way that would go over any better. It was easier just to have him think I was drinking, wasn't it? Jerry would be so disappointed. I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't let that happen. I felt dizzy; thoughts were spinning through my head. I placed my blade under my pillow before standing up, opening my door and shutting it quietly behind me, I walked down the stairs.

I entered the kitchen and reached on top of the fridge. Trying to stay as quiet as possible I searched for the Advil in the dark room.

Light blinded me.

"What are you doing?" Bobby shouted.

Apparently I hadn't been quiet enough.

"I'm getting Advil, my head is pounding!" I shouted back before thinking.

"No, you're not. Not after you've been drinking you're not!" He continued to shout.

"SHE'S BEEN WHAT?" Jack and Jerry said in unison.

Of course they'd choose right now to walk in! I thought angrily.

"I don't drink, Bobby! I swear to it! I just have a headache!" I pleaded.

"What are you even still doing up, Al? Get up stairs, now!" Jerry ordered.

"Jer, it's only eleven. I'm fifteen. Relax and live a little." I shot.

"Now's not the time to be smart-mouthing me, Missy! NOW GET TO BED." His voice was sheer anger.

I stepped around Bobby, heading upstairs but Bobby grabbed me by the back of my shirt.

"We are settling this now!" He shouted.

I pulled out of Bobby's grip and continued towards the stairs, ignoring him. I slammed my bedroom door, praying that no one would follow me. Of course when you have four brothers, you are never that lucky.

My door opened, revealing a less-than-pleasant looking Jerry.

I opened my mouth to defend myself but Jerry shut me down.

"I don't want to hear it. We'll deal with this tomorrow. Goodnight." He said.

High and mighty Jerry always thinks he's in charge of everyone.

"Goodnight." He repeated, staring at me. "Now, wouldn't be the time to disrespect me, Alexandria."

"Oooh! My whole first name! I'm scared now!" My voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Alex-"Jerry started to lecture me.

"No! You know what; I'm tired of you acting like you're the freaking queen of England! Don't act like you care when something goes wrong if you don't care when something goes right! I don't follow in your footsteps and I'm not perfect! Yeah Jerry, I know, you aren't interested in all the same things as me but hey, you could at least pretend that you care about what's important to me!" I don't know why I was suddenly so mad at Jerry but I was, and I usually got along with him so well.

"Alex-"Jerry started again.

"Get out of my room Jerry!" I yelled.

Jack, who had apparently just heard the whole thing, led Jerry out of my room. When Jerry had shut his door, mumbling angry comments about me, Jack leaned into my room.

"I don't think he'll be bothering you tonight, nicely said!" He laughed.

I just shut my eyes, leaning back against the wall.

"You know, I started drinking when I was about your age, I believe." He explained.

"Jack," I started, trying not to say anything smart; two brothers that wanted my head on a silver platter was enough.

"Yeah, I know, see you in the morning, Lexi." He shot me another smile before shutting my door.

Lexi, been awhile since Jack called me that. I knew what he was doing; he was being nice to me so that I would tell him my side of the story. He must have done something wrong too. He must think if he got the truth out of me he'd be off the hook. He was probably right.

I shut off my light and went to lie in bed. Chances were slim that anyone would come back to bother me now. I sighed. I needed to get some sleep, tomorrow all heck would rise, my brothers seriously had some trust issues.

I closed my eyes, my head pounding and it wasn't long before exhaustion overcame me.