You had gotten a rough day at school, like any other day at least. Antonio wasn’t there to pick you up, it was strange.. You waited almost an hour but you had gotten a tad-bit annoyed by this, so you decided to walk home. What kind of brother doesn’t pick up their younger sibling?, Antonio was the only person there for you when the house burned down and only you and him survived. You could still remember your parents screams of pain with the smell of burning pig. But as you were lost in the thought as your shoe got caught in a crack in the sidewalk, causing you to stumble but not fall down. As you made it home you grabbed the rusty old key that unlocked the door. Sure, your house wasn’t that bad but it could be better. You opened the door looking for Antonio, you couldn’t find him anywhere, He was probably partying with his friends instead of paying the god damn bills. You showered, dresser in normal house clothes and started doing chores. You don’t like doing chores but nobody else is gonna do them, the house looked somewhat clean except the stains on the wall that you can never get out, the chips of wood and wall, But.. you didn’t mind that. It’s still home for you, you looked at the sky and realized it was turning to a dark blue, this indicated that it was time for bed. You really didn’t like using clocks because you have an internal clock using the sky. 4 hours later, you hear the door slam open and heavy stomps come to your room, your door crashes open wide as a figure slams onto your bed. It was Antonio, it wasn’t weird or abnormal for him to come home like this. Drunk,Wasted and beaten, you guys both shared a bed since he spent all the money for house improvement on Booze or Prostitutes. He drunkenly fixed himself on the bed completely, and he wrapped one arm around you. While mumbling something.