Flash Fiction – Last Fight

“Hannah, how many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my room?” Adrian yelled, storming into her sister’s room.  “I can tell you went through my closet.”

“I just needed a shirt to wear to Joe’s party tonight.  Chill out.”  Hannah rolled her eyes.  The bedroom floor was covered with shirts, evidence of Hannah’s dissatisfaction with her own wardrobe.  She had finally picked out an outfit and was putting on her favorite black boots.  “Besides, this turtleneck looks better on me anyway.”

Adrian propped her hands on her hips.  “I don’t care how it looks on you.  I just don’t want you taking my stuff without asking.”  Hannah stumbled off of her bed and started picking clothes up off the floor.  “Here, borrow one of my shirts Adrian.  We’ll call it even.”

“I don’t want any of your skin-tight tank tops.  Just give me my shirt back!”

“Wow sis, you might be two years older than me but you are acting like a baby.”  Hannah smirked as she swept her golden hair into a sloppy ponytail.

Adrian frowned.  She forgot all about her shirt when she saw the empty Vodka bottle on Hannah’s nightstand.  “Hannah, did you drink that whole bottle yourself?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You told mom you would never drink again.”

“I just told her that because she worries too much.  But it’s no big deal, I’m just having a good time.”

“If drinking alone in your room is your idea of a good time then that’s just sad.  Do you have any other liquor bottles in here?”  Adrian started going through the dresser drawers.

“Stop Adrian!  Mind your own business.”  Hannah grabbed her sister’s arm and pushed her across the room, giving Adrian a whiff of her liquor-infused breath.

Adrian look at Hannah, more confused than angry.  “I’m going to get mom, maybe she can talk some sense into you.”  Adrian rushed out of the room and fled down the stairs.

“Mom!  Mom, where are you?”  Adrian peered into the kitchen but didn’t see her mother.  She walked around the corner to look in the living room and saw the front door shut.  Adrian ran over to the bay window and peered out.  Hannah was running to her car, keys in hand, still wearing Adrian’s red turtleneck.  She was in the driver’s seat and pulling out of the driveway before Adrian could stop her.

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