Chapter 2
I Knock on the Doors of Doom
*Kaitlyn*
I sighed. I could hardly hear myself think, much less my music, over my brother and sister. Sometimes they absolutely loved each other, but sometimes you'd think they had been lifelong enemies. Jamie was seven and Mathew was nine. They acted just like kids their age, and it got on my nerves. We were in my dad's van on the way to my cousin's house. It had been quite a while since Macie and I got along. She was a neat freak and a control freak. Plus she. . . My thoughts were interrupted by Jamie's whining cries.
"Give it back!" she pleaded to Mathew. I turned to face them. The van had three rows of seats, and Jamie and Mathew were in the back while I was in the middle row.
As usual I had to become the mediator. Here comes Kaitlyn to the rescue. "Jamie, what did Mathew take?" I said soothingly.
"He took my baby!" she cried, sniffling. Jamie loved to take care of her baby doll. She treated like a real child. It really was adorable, but when squabbles like this occur I wanted to throw the thing at the wall. Mathew loved taunting her with it.
"Mathew, please give Jamie her baby back," I said sternly. He nodded in understanding. He listened to me because I had practically raised him and Jamie since my parents were never home. Sometimes I thought they didn't care about us. Especially when they dump us at Macie's house when they go on long business trips. This one would last two weeks. Every day I tell my parents I can take care of Jamie and Mathew on my own, but I don't think they trusted me or believed me.
When we were almost there I turned to lecture my siblings. They looked at me with attentive eyes, ready to listen.
"You two are going to be good the entire time right?" They nodded their heads quickly. They liked our cousin enough to be good for two weeks.
"Will I get to stay with you instead of Mathew?" Jamie asked. She was afraid of the dark and wanted me to be with her because I was helping her overcome it. She also preferred to be with me instead of Mathew, it reduces fighting.
"I'm sure we can arrange something for you Jamie," I told her, smiling. "And you too Mathew, I'm sure you can stay right across the hall."
"Kaitlyn, I want you to be nice to Aunt San and your cousin," said my dad in a persuasive tone as he looked at me through the mirror.
"It's not Aunt San I have a problem with," I muttered under breath. Louder I replied, "Yes sir." I could now see their two story house clearly. When we pulled up, my parents got out of the car while I helped Mathew and Jamie out. I grabbed their hands and squeezed tight, as if I was preparing for battle. Which I was. My dad gave a light tap on the door.
In retrospect, it would've been best to turn tail and run. Maybe if we had, things would be different