Ever since my sister started to drink and smoke, my life had turned upside down. It was eating me alive, as well her, but she didn't understand. Every time I saw her, she looked at me as if nothing was wrong. How did she do that? Hide everything like that. I still didn't understand why my sister was doing this, but I guess it was her choice. Her room smelled horrible, but somehow she kept it out of the house.
I was sitting in my room, reading a book. My room was alone on the second floor. That's how Mickey got my room so easily from the balcony. It wasn't that high. There was a honk and I went on the balcony to go see. It was Mickey.
I waved and he came toward the balcony and grabbed hold of the railing and climbed up.
"Let's go somewhere," he said.
"What? Now? Look at me."
"Yeah... you look beautiful."
"Shut up. And tell me, where are you going to take me?"
"I don't know. Wherever. What time is it?"
"It's almost 10."
"Well, there's... um... no... uh... the Pancake House?"
"Pancakes, at 10 o'clock at night?"
"Yeah! Who doesn't want pancakes at 10?"
"Okay, lemme change."
"You need help?" he said jokingly.
I slapped his shoulder gently and told him to wait outside. I closed the curtains. I put on a t-shirt and skinny jeans with some boots over them. I let my auburn hair out and combed it. It was wavy, my natural hair. I opened the curtains and doors.
"Okay," I said, "I'm ready."
"Aren't you gonna tell your sister?" he asked.
"I'll call her."
He kissed me, smiling and jumped off the balcony. I jumped off, somehow landing on my feet. I felt proud of myself because I usually am clumsy. He smiled in the darkness. I took out my cell phone as I climbed into the car.
"Hey sis, I'm out with Mickey," I said.
"Whatever," she croaked. She coughed. It was killing her.
"SIs, please... stop."
She sniffed and hung up. I thought I was about to cry. Mickey looked at me wrapping one arm around me.
I had to tell him.
"Promise you won't freak. And please help me. And please don't tell anyone."
Mickey looked at me and nodded with honest eyes.
"Okay, Sam's drinking and smoking. I mean, I know a lot of teenagers do, but she's my sister!"
Mickey didn't say anything. He squeezed me and kissed me.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll help you."
He started the ignition and we headed off.