CHAPTER 9: KIRA
ANGEL
GROVE
FEBRUARY 6 2004
10:55
Thoughts of a snoring Cormac made Kira remember something…something about Cormac sleeping…something about Cormac sleeping in bed…Cormac's empty bed…
"Huh?!"
She spun on her heel and quietly walked as fast as she could back to Cormac's room. She threw open the door and flipped the light on.
God dammit!
His bed was, in fact, empty.
She walked into the room to check if he was in his attached bathroom, but it was empty too.
Oh not good!
She rushed out of the room just in time to see Cora tip toeing down the hallway towards the staircase.
Well, that explains the smiling. She heard me coming and jumped back in bed.
"Stop," Kira said. Cora halted just outside of Cole's room. Kira dropped her voice to a whisper.
"Turn." Slowly, Cora turned to face her bigger cousin with a nervous look on her face.
"Walk." Cora hugged her stuffed rabbit closer as she took small, slow steps forward, all the time looking literally like a kid caught doing something they knew they shouldn't be doing. She came to a stop in front of Kira, who knelt down so they were eye-to-eye.
"Talk."
"Umm…"
Kira waited.
"Well…"Cora looked at her feet. "I…have to go potty…" She whispered meekly.
"The bathroom's the other way," Kira pointed out. "And you have your own."
"I…was…sleepwalking?" Cora tried again.
"Cora," Kira whispered slowly. "Where is your brother?"
"Oh, he's sleeping in his crib," Cora explained. Suddenly her face lit up and she smiled. "Well, actually, it's your crib, but we're borrowing it. You can have it back when Cole is in a big kid's bed!" She finished happily.
Kira continued to stare at her. Cora's smile faded.
"Oh. The other brother. He might be..I dunno…trying to scare Lumpy?"
"What?!" Kira hissed.
Cora just smiled innocently and shrugged. I am so getting this kid an Oscar for Christmas.
"Bed. Now." Cora didn't need telling twice, as she scurried to her bedroom and Kira stood up and walked to the stairs. But they both stopped when they heard a yell. Kira turned to look at Cora, who quickly ducked into her room.
"It wasn't me!" was all Kira heard before the door swung softly shut.
Aw hell-that girl will be lucky if she even makes it to Christmas!
She then rushed downstairs and made her way towards the commotion, looking in each room as she went. She figured out it was coming from the back door area. Oh crap Connor never texted me back! She got to the back door and saw two figures, one tall, one short, standing there. What're they doing? Smoking cigars?! She soon realized however that they were waiting for her to open the door, as it was locked. She flipped the lock and opened the door to see Connor with an intense look on his face, with his hand on little Cormac's head, apparently holding him in place. Oh dear.
"Kira," Wow. His voice is surprisingly calm for a guy who looks majorly pissed off. "Take the kid, and close and lock the door before I kill someone.
He actually looks kind of cute right now…
