Kate comes home from a bad date

Kate returns! How will she react to a dark empty flat with the dishes not done? Oh and her brother is missing or something...

Oh gods... the Fanfiction gods will be displeased indeed.

Kate held her cell phone close to her ear.

"Ey?"

Kate shuddered and winced to hear that raspy, obnoxious voice once again. She honestly hoped that her last encounter with that horrible voice at the christmas play was her last. Kate never did approve of whom Jackson made friends with... Nontheless, she repeated what she just said.

"Hello, err, this is Kate. Is this Brian? I'm looking for Jackson."

"Who idit?"

"Kate."

Silence. Kate decided to elaborate.

"Jackson's sister. You know where he is?"

"Sister? Jackson doesn't have a sister."

"I'm the one who picks him up from your house sometimes-"

It sounded like Brian was muttering to someone next to him. Kate looked out the window to the patio, hoping her brother wasn't passed out in the garden. Finally, Brian started talking again much to her dislike.

"Whoa waidamintie! YER his sister? Gahed dammit, we thought yer the chick he's been shaggin around with! "

The deep voice laughed, she could hear a faint chorus of laughter and snickers in the background

"Ah hell, no wonder he look shited when I asked how you where in bed!"

Obnoxious laughter continued. Kate raised her voice slightly and firmly.

"Is Jackson there?'

"Eh? No, last saw him oooooon..."

More muttering.

"Ta other night I think... Why? Didnit he come home?"

"He did, he's just not here now. I'm just wondering if he went to a friend's house."

"Huh... well, he's not here though. Tell him to gimme a ring when you find him right?"

"I will" she said, eager to get off the phone.

"So luv, what are ya doin later?"

She hang up.

Kate sighed deeply and leaned on the kitchen table with on of her cool hands pressed hard against her forehead. She was developing another headache, the second one she had that night. She fixed her staring at her older brother's outdoor flipflops tossed aside near the back door. She got home just an hour ago, the house was dark, cold and smelled like stale emptiness when she came home. A half drunken smoothie sat on Jacks workstation at the computer was only evidence that her brother was alive that day. She had no clue to where her brother could be; Jackson wouldn't have left without his shoes, nor without his wallet...let a alone a note. All she wanted was to change into her night clothes, eat custard and watch her progrums in peace.

She shouldn't have left the house period. He was going through his moods lately; he was emotional, he was fragile, he could never take stress. She hated feeling guilty though, he was older then she is, she should not have to act like his second mother. But how could she go around it? If she never left the house for fun, he would call her a shut-in hermit. If she told him she went on a blind date, Jackson would make fun of her for going on with a stranger

She wasn't desperate, she wasn't lonely, she need experience. Simple as that.

And knowing her brother , if he would either way mock her for having a boyfriend or not having one, he'd certainly make fun of her for going on a blind date.

Could he be at friends' house? He would have left a note then. Her brother was somewhat irresponsible but he always made sure everyone knew what he was up too. That's why she pulled out her cell phone and looked for the name "Brian Moorie" on her contacts. She sighed again in frustration with the failed attempt of calling his stupid friends, and went to her bedroom to change. Passing his empty bedroom to enter her own, she stumbled on some loose rug and switched on the light.

Her laptop was gone.

When she comes to her room, it was the first thing she would see; her black, personal laptop her dad bought her for Christmas sitting closed on her green bedsheets. But now, it was missing.

"Fucking- what the hell?"

Things in her life where gone; her brother and her personal computer. She thought they must be connected.

Kate fell into a spell of panic, annoyance and fear

She thought of different scenarios of what could have took place while she was out; a thief broke into their flat, took her laptop and took Jackson for ransom. Jackson stole it as collateral and is running around town to pay off a debt or his best mate will rob a curry house.

Horrified, she whipped out her cell before stopping herself. Perhaps she is over reacting, maybe she should wait a hour or two, it's only ten in the evening. He might have took it or perhaps she packed it away in her bag and he went out for drinks. She pressed her hand and her cellphone firmly on her forehead again; how she wished for more information.

So, she sprinted to the living room to go on Jackson's computer.

She squinted in frustration and leaned back after pressing the monitor button and seeing only a black screen. Waving the mouse around awkwardly and pressing random keys. She gave up, in favour of leaning back into her seat and rubbing her temples in irritation. This whole thing was taking a toll on her, as she began to feel achy and sick. Her ears rag slightly, she tried to stand on shakey legs. Something was wrong... she felt wrong...

Terribly wrong

DUNDUNDUN

I'm sorry...