"Jered! I'm home!" I shout into the quiet of our house. My voice just echos. Ringing throughout the halls. I already know what I will see on the couch, before I get into the living room, and as I turn the corner, I am faced with exactly what I expected. A drunk Jered, passed out on the brown couch.  I walk towards him and pick up the cans of beer that scatter across the floor.

 Its ten A.M. 
I run up the creaky stairs.
"IRIS!" 

Dammit. I awoke Jared. 

I slowly turn around and creep back down the stairs. "Y-yes Jared?"

Jared stands up and crosses is arms. His face flushed. "When did you get home?"

"No more then ten minutes ago. I am sorry I woke you up."

"Be quiet next time huh? Sam is up there trying to sleep." His voice raises. "How would you like it if I cam up there and started stomping around? Huh?! He walks forward, to where I am protected my a measly rail. I back up so my heels hit the wall. 

"You know how I always tell you to be quiet, and yet you never listen! What on earth possessed you to come in here and be as loud as you can! Huh?! Where do you get this from!?"

"I-I don't know."

"I am waiting for an answer!"

I try to back up, knowing quite well I've reached the wall. I lean as far as I can on to the wall, hoping it could swallow me up.

Like a flash,  Jared leaps forward, smacking his hands on the rail. His face is completely red with rage. "ANSWER ME!" he screams. "Everything I do for you and this is how you repay me? Never listening? Who took you in when you parents died?! Huh?! Who? Who took you in immediately after the crash?! WHO?! He hits the rails again, and I flinch.
"Y-you." I say, streams running down my face. 

"Exactly! Why don't you ever listen?!" 

I shuffle around, looking down at my socks as he pauses to take some time to think of the next bullet he is gonna shoot at me. I  can hear the clock tic. Tic, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock. I look across the room, and see the sunshine peering in, as to tease me. Until all of a sudden a calm collected voice send chills down my back.

"What would your parents have thoughts of you Iris? Would they like the person you are? And knowing who my brother was, he would not have stood for this. Get out of my sight."

I walk up the stairs, two steps at a time. I go as quiet as I can. Once I reached the top, I turn the corner to the hallway, and walk to my bedroom. I shut my door behind me, and run into my bed. I curl into a ball immediately. I cry. The hot tears steam my face. I try to be quiet, so Sam wont hear. I get lost in my thoughts.  What if hes right? Would my parents hate me? I don't know. I find my tears stop coming, but my chest still wants to sob. I ran out of tears, so is sit there, curled up, until my breathing gets shallow, and the next thing I know, I am asleep.