Editing Alvah and the brownies

====Alvah is 17, heartbroken and craves brownies====

Don't know the time i entered the front door of my fathers ridiculous huge mansion. But all i know it was bloody late. </br>
As a routine i first go to my room. In the false bottom of my closet are some boxes, in those boxes random shit. Most things i do not know where i got it from. </br>
After emptying my pockets and bag and bra i stare at the police issue handcuffs and police baton. </br>
When was police involved. </br>
Tired as hell and slightly drunk i stumble to the kitchen. </br>
Leaning against the counter, groaning. Why is this house so big.</br> 
Dragging my feet my hands find the freezer. There better be icecream.</br> 
After opening every drawer and door de icecream still eludes me. So annoying. </br>
I need my chocolate! </br>
No clue did i say that out loud? </br>
Silence the house is fast asleep. And dad won't be home anyway. </br>
Brownies are chocolate i'll make my own damn brownies. If Russell really thinks i should stay alone i will damn well care for myself. </br>
Searching on my phone i find a recipe and the ingredients we have laying around. </br>
Freaking Russell, "you are to sarcastic "</br>
"You are to independent. " "My friends don't like you" "you are not relationship material" </br>
Well screw you Russell. </br>
Oh right, now i remember. There was police involved, i hit Russel square in the face and tossed him against a car. I really thought it was his car. </br>
I stole from the police?  Damn i have to solve that before dad finds out.</br>
I stare at the mixing bowl. Is everything in there? I am sure there is. Who cares this can't go wrong. </br>
Drinking inlook at the baking tray. </br>
Alcohol and chocolate work together. I think as i pour some in the mix. </br>
Why does baking take so long. Although i don't mind sitting against the warm oven door. </br>
Startled i look up footsteps. Not much later i see Nigel, the head butler of the household, stick his head around the corner. </br>
"M'lady, are you in need of anything?" </br>
Fighting against the emotions welling up i shake my head. </br>
"Making brownies." I say pointing with the bottle behind me to the oven. "I am good." </br>
Nigel says nothing. But it js clear he is not moving. With a huge effort i stand up. And the oven dings. </br>
"M'lady shall i....?" </br>
I know it is rude but i interupted him. </br>
"No! I am a strong independent woman that needs no help or man. Or or.... well i do need this and my chocolate " </br>
with a new bottle in hand i open the oven door </br>
The brownies look weird. And it seems to still bubble. Must be okey. I followed the recipe, right. </br>
I drop the baking tray on the counter.</br>
Now i do not know if it was the baking tray hitting the counter or that it would happen anyway. </br>
Brownie batter everywhere. </br>
My father likes pristine neat and expensive looking things. </br>
The kitchen looks like it is covered in shit now. </br>
I am covered in batter. Nigel moves away but soo  returns with cleaning supplies. </br>
"Lets clean" </br>
I groan stand up and grab a bucket and rag. </br>
"Tomorrow i will steal all his keys. " </br>
"Very well m'lady, can i have one request. Please don't ever cook again. "</br>