Lori Part 1

Lori Part 1I heard my mom yelling at me from the kitchen. Dinner was ready and she wanted me to get my sister to eat dinner with us. I knew that she would refuse to eat at the table with us, but I went anyway.I walked up the stairs to the attic door and went inside. My sister had recently turned it into her own personal area. We had previously used it for storing extra furniture, but she had rearranged it into a cozy space. There was a wide open area, with a fridge (which always smelled horrible) and a couch, a small room which Lori used as her bedroom, and a tiny bathroom. Considering that I was 12 and my sister was 17, I wasn't allowed up there very often. When she did let me spend time up there, I felt like a cool k**. It made me feel older and more mature to spend time with my sister in her room.I heard a creaking noise and stopped. I realized that I had forgotten to knock, and when my sister found out she would be pissed. She was always telling me to knock on the attic door, but I always forgot to.I ignored the noise and continued towards her bedroom door, which was open slightly. I was about a foot away from the door when I heard another creak, and what sounded like my sisters voice. I froze and tilted my head to look in her room. My rus escort ara sister was lying on her back, and her boyfriend was on top of her. His hips would thrust forward, and she would moan. Her expression was foreign to me.. a****listic and wild. I couldn't see Ryan's face.. and I wasn't sure if I wanted to. He had been friends with my sister for as long as I could remember. A couple of years ago, Lori told mom that they were dating. Unfortunately, mom didn't take notice as she was too consumed with the recent death of my father.In the two years after he had died, Lori attempted suicide twice. I genuinely believed that Ryan helped her cope with the loss. The struggle had brought them closer together, and her and my mom farther apart.I didn't really understand what was happening. My mom had given me some very brief sex education a few years ago, but not enough for me to identify the situation. All I knew was that Lori was enjoying it.I probably sat there for a minute before she saw me. Our eyes met, but it was hard to tell if she was conscious of what was happening. The cloudy expression on her face made it hard to tell if she was even on this planet. The end of the bed was facing the door, so I didn't have rus escort bayan ara the best view, but I saw her turn her head to Ryan. He leaned forward and stopped moving. I heard a quiet noise, and my sister turned back to me. Her gaze focused and she said, "Get out Hayley," in a stern, quiet voice.I slammed the attic door, and my feet flew down the staircase and into the kitchen. "What did she say?" my mom asked. I lied and told her that Lori would be down for dinner. I couldn't tell my mom what I had witnessed. Even as a c***d, I knew that what I had seen was none of my business. If I had mentioned it to my mom, my sister would have never trusted me again. Ten minutes later, Lori came down the stairs. She looked flawless. Her makeup was clean and her hair was neat. "You eating?" mom asked bluntly. "No," Lori replied in an emotionless tone. She glanced at me for a second. She threw me a sharp look.. not quite angry, but cold enough to make me uncomfortable. Her body turned and she walked down the hall to the bathroom. Two seconds later the water was running. "Damn girl," my mom blurted.My mom's relationship with Lori had been poor since my dad died. They never spoke, and when they did it was an argument. escort rus ara Mom could be very accusatory to her.. almost mean sometimes. Apparently my mom had distanced herself so much that she had become completely oblivious to Lori's life. A heard a clinking from the bathroom and realized that Lori was taking off her jewelry. She had a unque style.. I guess you could say she was punk/goth. Her hair was cut in a black bob with stop sign red straight bangs across her forehead. She always wore a a skirt with fishnets and boots. Most of her clothes were black, and we got dirty looks from the people at church (which mom forced her to go to). Ryan dressed similarly. He had a black mohawk and a ring in his bottom lip. His attire mostly consisted of a leather jacket, dark jeans, boots, and a band t-shirt (usually a band that I had never heard of).They looked good together.. in a weird way.I didn't see Lori for the rest of the evening. Mom went to bed early, complaining of a headache. On my way to bed I stopped at the attic door. Curiosity forced me to walk up the stairs and open it. I walked in and stopped in front of the couch. My ears strained to listen.. silence. I crept up to her bedroom door, which was shut, and looked in the keyhole.I saw a lump in the middle of the bed. At the headboard, I saw a tuft of red and black hair sticking out from the top of the sheets. Lori was asleep. Alone.I walked down the stairs and into my room. It was difficult relaxing.. the events of the day kept replaying in my mind. Eventually I fell asleep.