Chapter #4The next morning... by: Juliana   Ryan slowly stirred awake, the incessant droning of a lawnmower somewhere nearby denying his groggy attempts to go back to sleep. Muttering a curse under his breath, he rolled over, glancing across at his alarm clock. 11:37. Huh, that's weird, he thought to himself as he threw back the covers and pulled himself out of bed. It was a Saturday, and Cara hadn't woken him up like she usually did. She'd always get up around eight on the weekends and fix breakfast for the both of them before she started her stream at noon. Like clockwork, without fail, since she'd moved in with him almost six months ago now. But not today. And for some reason, that really worried Ryan. He made a quick pit stop in the restroom, picked up some dirty clothes off the floor to throw on, and went to check on her.
Her door was shut, the house eerily quiet. Normally by now she'd be prepping for stream, hunched over in front of the mirror in the hallway bathroom, putting on makeup and listening to upbeat pop music. None of that, this morning. Had she overslept? That was pretty unlike her.
"Cara?" Ryan called out apprehensively. He just couldn't shake the feeling of unease he had. "Cara? You in there?" No response. Odd. She hadn't said anything about taking today off, and her stream was scheduled to start in less than twenty minutes now. He knocked gently on her doorframe. "Cara, you're gonna miss your str-"
"FUCK OFF, RYAN!"
He nearly jumped right out of his skin at her sudden outburst. Alright, he thought to himself, trying to calm his nerves. She's in there. Something's just not right, I've never heard her scream like that before. As much as he wanted to bug out and just retreat back to his room, he gritted his teeth and stepped back up to her door. "Cara, are you alright in there?" He reached for the doorknob gingerly, not wanting to set her off again. Whatever was up, it had her in an apparently foul mood. Locked. Shit. He knocked again. "Cara? What's wrong with you?"
Her voice came again. "What's wrong with me? What's WRONG with me?! A whole fucking lot!," she yelled, accompanied by the noise of something being thrown across the room. Jesus Christ, what IS wrong with her? At this point, Ryan was just confused more than anything. "What are you talking about? You're my little sister, I know you better than anyone, and you're perfectly fine!" No reply this time, just sounds of movement. Seconds pass by, and...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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