Gloria started to tap impatiently on the car window, causing an irritating scraping noise; like nails on a blackboard.
"Gloria..." Hissed Jimmy, his ears twitching at every tap "Stop it..."
Gloria sighed, and once again began nibbling her thumb nail and rubbing her teddy's ear; feeling the material between her thumb and index finger.
"But... I'm bored!" She moaned, removing her thumb from her mouth as she did so.
"I liked it better when you were asleep..." muttered Jimmy
"We'll be there soon Glo; my mate Stevie is giving us a place. You know Stevie right?"
Unfortunately, yes. Stevie was Jimmy's drinking buddy and always had a bad tendency to be:
b. Drunker than Jimmy
c. Holding onto a girl's arse that he'd met an hour before hand
d. All of the above.
And would always pass out on the floor of Gloria's room after a night out, leaving the room smelling of body odour, alcohol, vomit and piss.
"Yes... I know Stevie" Said Gloria flatly; recoiling in the memory of the latest time Stevie had ended up trying to kiss her with a mouth full of his own puke. She shuddered at the thought and went back to rubbing her teddy bear's ear.
A thunder cloud rumbled overhead; there was a storm coming...
Jimmy sighed and with one hand on the wheel, he leaned over to his sister and kissed her cheek.
"Do you know what's worth fighting for...? When it's not worth dying for...? Does it take your breath away? And you feel yourself suffocating? ..."
Gloria smiled at Jimmy's singing; he was singing the lullaby that would help her sleep. His voice was deep and masculine, but his singing voice always had a twang of pain and guilt attached in a small part of his throat. Like the song was a memory of a lost loved one from long ago, before his mother died in a car accident...?
Now just a blur of happy memories fading in and out of his mind like a burning photograph with the song repeating in his mind like a record player. Scraping in the back of his mind like nails on a blackboard...
Does the pain weigh out the pride? And you look for a place to hide? Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins...
Gloria watched the rain fall as she drifted away into sleep, watching as it trickled down the glass.
"Rain, rain. Go away, come again another day... All the world is waiting for the sun..." sang Gloria, remembering an old rhyme her mother used to sing as they watched the rain fall. She smiled to herself and drew a small love heart in the fogged up glass, as she closed her eyes and listened to the pouring rain
"Coming down like an Armageddon flame..." she muttered, causing a small smirk to form in the corners of her mouth. She lay her head to rest and fell sound asleep, dreaming of floating on the clouds away from her troubles and worries.
"Hey wake up sleepy head!" Muttered an unrecognisable voice, Gloria awoke only to be stared straight back at by hazel-green eyes, she screamed.
"She's so easy to scare ain't she?" roared Stevie, throwing his head back as he laughed, Jimmy chortled loudly.
"Hi" She muttered, still not getting the puke-kiss completely out of her head.
"Hiya sweetie, so do you like it...?"
Gloria was at first puzzled by his statement, but after directing her eyes around she soon realised what he was talking about.
Stevie, Jimmy and Gloria were in a pale yellow apartment room, decorated with hand-crafted tat from China. The curtains draped at an awkward angle, them being a putrid shade of green and casually blowing into the apartment from the up draught outside. She was damp, from the rain and lying on an uncomfortable bed, which had obviously been used several times for unspeakable things. The headboard was scratched and engraved on the top was "B+G=<3", again they were using this bed for... things.
In the corner of the room was a table and two chairs covered in black mould, a pillow had tried to cover most of the fungus. The kitchen was dark and dingy, the hobs were black and burnt and the sink was covered in a lining of grease and lime scale.
"It's... nice..." Smiled Gloria eventually
"And it's cheap as chips!" Cried Jimmy "Just imagine what we could do with this place Glo! You could have your own room again and it would be just like playing pretend, but without Brat"
Yes, it was like playing pretend. The whole thing didn't seem real; Jimmy handed Stevie the money for the apartment, Jimmy cleaned up the kitchen and then when it got dark, he started telling her stories about "Princess Gloria".
Gloria was still lying on Jimmy's lap when the clocks struck midnight, "Jimmy, how are we going to..." Gloria began but she was cut off by Jimmy's snoring.
She sighed and clambered off his knees, kissing his forehead and placing his head on the sofa pillow. She then grabbed one of the bed sheets and wrapped it around his torso
"Goodnight Jimmy." And with that, she crawled into her new and worn bed and fell into consciousness.
It was a remarkable thing to play pretend, but sooner or later they would have to realise that reality is a player in the game and he never loses.