The banging on the door stirred him from his sleep. An annoying groan escaped his lips as he sat up straight, strecthing out his tired limbs. The banging started again, this time louder then the last.
"Coming!" he called, clearly annoyed. His voice was sluggish from sleep and the rum from last night. The banging stoppped as he pushed himself from the couch. He walked into the hallway and towards the front door. He opened the door to be met by an angry brunette girl's face.
A small annoyed groan left his lips as he started to close the door. The brunette stuck out her foot, stopping the door in its tracks. He was forced to open the door again. "Yes Belle?" he asked annoyed as the door swung fully open.
Belle deathly stared at him. She studied his sleepy state. His chestnut brown hair was a mess and he still had sleep in his blue eyes.
"I came to check up-" Belle stopped in her tracks as she took a wiff of him. He smelt strongly of liquor. "You have been hitting the rum again, haven't you?"
"I don't have time for this Belle," he said as he started to close the door in Belle's face. Belle stopped the door and barged her way into the cottage. "Belle!" he called angrily after the raging brunette stroming into the lounge room.
The night hid the mess of the cottage, but during the day the mess was very clear. Plastic food packages and microwaved food trays littered the furniture and floor.
Belle looked around the cottage in disgust. "When was the last time you had a decent meal?" she asked in disgust as she picked up one of the many microwaved trays. She hung it out in front of her like it was a disease. "Weeks?" she stated before dropping the tray.
"That's none of your business Belle," he said angrily as he walked past her towards the small bar.
"It most certainly does," Belle stated as she followed him. "I am your sister," she called as she watched him pour a glass of rum. Belle stared deathly at the glass, "your younger sister, you know? The one you're supposed to take care of. Not the other way around!" she yelled as she stood in front of her brother, looking him in the eye. "You remember that don't you Jim?"
Jim sighed, annoyed by his younger sister's presence. He brought the glass to his lips but was stopped as Belle ripped it from his grip.
"Belle!" Jim started as Belle slammed his glass down onto the bar, spilling a little of the rum onto her hand.
"Ariel did not buy this bar for you to waste your life upon in!" Belle stated as she wiped the rum onto her yellow coat. "And she would certainly not like the way you are using it now!"
"Well she's not here now is she!?" Jim shouted back, the anger clearly in his voice. Belle remained silent as Jim walked passed her and into the main bed room. Jim threw himself across the made bed that seemed it hadn't been slept on in months.
Belle stood at the door way, watching her older brother with concern. "So, what are you going to do now?" she asked quietly.
"Stay right here," Jim mumbled into the pillow as tears rolled down his cheeks. He turned his head so he could watch the frozen beauty behind the protective glass layer of the wooden picture frame.
"What about work?" Belle asked as she crossed her arms across her chest making a point.
"What about it?" he asked, truth be told he could care less about work. It was the reason she was taken from him.
"I've had it!" Belle cried as she threw her arms up in defeat. "See you later Jim," she called as she walked down the hallway.
"Much later," Jim mumbled as he heard the door close behind Belle. After a few moments of laying in silence, he reached out to the draw of the bed side table. He opened it and retrieved a hand gun and a bottle of rum.