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The brunette sighed, running a skinny hand through her unruly curls. "Why does Alistair have to come today?" She said, making her way to the bathroom. Sure, she was excited to see her brother after a long few months, and she was pretty happy to see Peter as well. But why today? She didn't feel well. "Ugh." She said again, staring at the phone nervously. She picked it up and bit her lip, dialling her brother, Arthur's, number.
"Hey, Arthur?" She said into the phone. "Hi. You've reached Arthur Kirkland's house. I'm not answering my phone 'cause I'm trying to avoid someone I don't like. Leave a message, and if I don't call back, it's you."
She rolled her eyes and said; "Hey, Arthur. It's me, Erin. Call back, Um, you okay? I mean are you really okay? Y'know, 'cause of the drink and all? I need to know. So call back, okay? Right. Bye."
There was a knock on the door and she stood up quickly, knocking over a plant pot in her haste. She opened the door hesitantly. She was almost knocked over by a certain over-excited 12-year-old boy. The scot behind him smirked. "He's happy to see you." "Peter! Alistair! Arwyn?" She craned her neck around Her brothers, spotting the eldest, Arwyn at the back, with freshly-straightened blonde hair. He smiled. "Hi Erin." He said quietly. She hugged Alistair and ran up to Arwyn, jumping up and hugging him tight.
"By the way, have you heard from Arthur?" She asked curiously.
"Nope. Just that dopey answering machine message again. " Alastair replied. "If you're worried, we can go to his house or something.." She smiled weakly. "That would be nice."
"Okay, hop in the car."
They soon arrived at Arthur's apartment building. Erin stood up outside the door and opened it. Tiptoeing up the stairs in the fluorescent light.
"Arthur?" She whispered. She walked along the hall. Up here, It was murky, light filtering through the algae in the windows. "Ugh." She said in disgust, "This place is really sleazy."
She opened his apartment door and spotted him on the floor. Motionless.
She dropped to her knees, trembling. "Arthur." She said again. "Arthur, wake up." She stretched out a hand and put it on his arm. He moaned. "What day, time and year is it...?" He said irritably. She gritted her teeth. "Monday, 12 A.M. 1998."
"Oh. What month?" He asked, getting up. "May. May 23rd." She nodded and then yanked him up, shaking his shoulders. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" She snapped in his face, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. "You IDIOT! You total...Ugh!" She said, breathing heavily. "Come on. Get in the car. Now.
We'll go to my house. Get you some good food. You need it." He nodded groggily. "Okay."
She rolled her eyes again and dragged him to the car. "Come on, you lump."
"Drunk." She said to Alistair as she clambered in.
"That English bastard really has a problem, Erin."
"You fucking think?" She snarled back. It had been a long few months after all, and Arthur had finally seemed to go off the rails completely.

How much longer could bear before she finally snapped?