“Well, what can I say? Your little brother broke all records for drinking in some insanely extreme competition with himself. The desperate psycho,” Jack said with a laugh and, lifting Eric by the arms, attempted to put him on his feet. “ You know, it’s a good thing you moved down from the second floor to here. At least I won’t have to drag this drunken monster upstairs.”
“It’s up to you,” Sabrina muttered quietly to herself, watching as Jack effortlessly lifted Eric onto his shoulders, slung him over, and dragged his lifeless, alcohol-saturated body into the room.
Sabrina stood silently in the kitchen, watching the light, semi-transparent rays of the rising sun play outside the window. In her dark blue eyes, you could read nothing but a sense of mad exhaustion and complete emptiness. The last two months at work had been a nightmare, as the massive influx of tourists had required her to work double shifts. Summer in New Orleans had been hot and filled with various festivals and celebrations, attracting a considerable number of onlookers and adventure enthusiasts to the city. By the end of August, the stream of tourists flooding New Orleans throughout the summer had finally begun to dissipate, indicating the imminent arrival of autumn and the beginning of classes at the university. This meant that she would again face sleepless nights over books, notes, and other joys of student life. And, of course, work, her irresponsible brother, and other delights associated with his penchant for a wild lifestyle and various escapades. She felt completely drained and shattered.
Sabrina closed her eyes and shuddered at the thought of the upcoming autumn .
Everything around her dimmed and sank into hopeless sorrow… Immersed in her sad thoughts, Sabrina didn’t even notice Jack approach the kitchen and stand by the door frame, trying not to disturb her brooding. Reluctantly, he glanced at the lonely clock, on the table – five in the morning.
“Not that it’s late, but still too early for visits,” Jack decided and cleared his throat, trying to get Sabrina’s attention.
“I’m not opposed to taking a walk, but it would be silly not to use the car waiting for me with open doors,” he said softly, glancing at the clock again.
The girl flinched as if caught off guard, sharply turned around, and her beautifully arched eyebrows furrowed in anger once again.