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The room was dark and the night was still. In a house and inside a room one small bed was left in the corner and a dresser was close to it, on the other side of the room a desk sat, laptop closed and reading lamp off. Inside the bed a young teenager was sleeping, she had brown, curly hair, and when she was awake, glaring green eyes. The teenager mumbled something inaudible then rolled over to face the wall.
Suddenly inside the living room, a crash erupted, waking up the girl as it sounded. The teenager heard a scream, 'mom,' she thought. The teenager, whose name was Rayne, quietly got up and went to her mother's room.
Rayne did not know what to expect, but when she went to her mother's room, Rayne screamed. It was bloodcurdling and didn't sound real, human.
Her mother's entails were spread across her bed, eyes wide and glazed in pain and shock. Rayne ran away from the room and called the police.
It didn't take long for sirens to be heard.
That was two months ago
During that time, Rayne was questioned by the police and was in search of her father. When the police had no evidence that her father was alive and that he actually had three sons, Rayne began to search for Dean, Sam, and Adam.
It was not easy but after many weeks (six to be exact) Adam, the youngest, was located. It took many phone calls and a lot of convincing, but it was agreed that he would come and pick her up in two weeks.
Those two weeks went by quickly, and today Rayne would be meeting her half brothers.
She woke up around ten and got ready. Taking her time she showered, picked out clothes, and did her hair and makeup. Around noon, a glossy black '67 Chevy Impala rumbled into a park space outside the Social Services office.
When three men walked in, Rayne was shocked. The first one to walk in was tall, he also had a nice muscle build and dirty blond spiky hair and had a hard face, another one was really tall, taller than the first guy, with longish, wavy hair, then the last one looked like he was the youngest, probably Adam, he has dirty blond hair with bangs and blue eyes.
The first guy then began to speak, his voice was rough and intimidating.
"Hey, we're here to pick up Rayne Nightingale."
A lady, aged and with gray hair in a tight bun, nodded to me and got back to her work.
They looked at me, clearly shocked, though not impressed.
"So you're Rayne?" The way the third guy said it made it sound like a question.
"Yeah," I said, feeling myself glare at them.
"Quit the glare kid, and by the way, I'm Dean and these are my two brothers Sam and Adam.
I nodded, not really sure what to do. It wasn't long before paperwork and all that junk was filled out and I was on my way with my new 'brothers'.
'Adam' helped me carry my small bag to the car and on the way he said,
"You know, out of the three of us, you really look like Sam."
"Uh, thanks?" I replied, not sure if it's was a compliment or not.
"Hey you two, hurry your asses up, we're wastin' daylight!" Dean yelled from the driver's side.
Adam began to chuckle and said, 'Come on, let's go."
I got into the Impala, not really sure what's going to happen now that I have three older brothers I never even knew about.
My life is going to be hell.