Chapter Ten: Bad News
"Carly come out."
Spencer sighed into his hands. Why did he always have to deliver bad news? Carly had been in the shower for an hour now, more than enough time to 'workout' any tension she had.
The door opened. Carly looked beautiful as she exited the bathroom in her post-shower robe. She sighed and bowed her head, "Sorry."
Spencer uncrossed his arms, "I know. Look, to be honest, I don't even know what's going on with me and Sam."
Carly nodded her head, "Yeah, it's just… It took me by surprise. I was so wrapped up in my own upside-down life, yours was just forgotten."
Spencer smiled, "To be fair, your life has been a bit more upside-down than mine."
They hugged. Carly spoke up, "I just…. Feel like that I don't do anything. The FBI, the Institute, they have power, not me."
He looked at her with concern, "Come on, no one is expecting you to fight a war! You're not Mom and Dad. You're a kid. This whole thing is so stupid"
"At least it's over, right?"
Her big brother nodded, "About that… Jonah passed away a couple of days ago."
"Define passed away, because that sounds like a peaceful way for a dog to die."
"He was beaten to death."
Carly's head thumped against the wall, "No, no, no, no, no… it's starting again!"
"Come on, it's not like they're coming for you again!"
They stared in silence. Carly groaned, "Listen, I am tired of living in fear. I won't run, I won't live afraid of tomorrow. Sam and I are going to prom, so help me, girly cow!"
Spencer leaned back, "Okay, crazy lady!"