by G. Bailey
We pass through a dark kitchen which has three couples making out on the counters. I keep my head down and try not to look around. I do spot the booze everywhere when we pass through a dining room, where there were teenagers dancing on the impressive, wooden table. We eventually make our way into a living area with two massive speakers, one on either side of the largest TV I’ve ever seen. On screen, is a music channel with almost naked girls dancing. There are three black-leather sofas spread around the TV, and on each is a couple. The room is dark, so I can't see much.
Harley leans into me to shout, “I'm going to turn the electric off in the basement. Stay here, if anyone bothers you tell them you’re with me, alright? I'm so sorry about this, Izzy,” he says with a frown, taking off his jacket and throwing it on a sofa next to a couple who don’t notice.
I nod, “No problem, go.” I lean against a wall next to the window in the lounge looking out into the massive garden with a huge tree in the middle. There are lights all up the tree, highlighting a big tree house. The tree house currently has drunken people in it, and I watch as two bottles fall off and smash when they hit the ground.
Harley's going to kill our brothers.
