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Chapter 4.
I left the spare bedroom filled with boxes of useless junk that should have been put up for sale at a garage or yard sale years ago. A room that had held a hundred and one hiding places for hide and seek. Once in the hallway I freeze for a moment and strain my ear for any sounds. Someone could easily still be here, an uncle, grandparents, family friend. I hear nothing, but decide to keep the volume on mute and watch my every step, just incase.
The house looks exactly like how it was when I last was here. Well it's only been four days and things around here can remain unchanged for years. I pass Carey's bedroom and pause at the doorway. It was clean. A creepy kind of clean, it was almost sickening. Everyone knows my brother is one of the messes and most unorganized people ever. I almost feel as if I'm looking at museum exhibit and all that is missing is the rope to stop people from entering. I snick softly and return to my walking till I reach my destination; my room.
The door is half open, someone has been in here. I always keep my door shut closed; my room is a very sacred place for me. I push the door fully open and nearly scream, but quickly stop myself. It's a mess! Drawers pulled open, shelves turned over, papers everywhere. What the hell!? No one has the right to go through my private property like this! Than I remember the situation with Carey and realize that right there in some degree gave them the right. But they could of at least been discreet over it. When entering I step on a cd case and it snaps, the sound fills the room like a firecracker going off. I freeze once again half excepting someone to come running towards the sound. Nothing. Jeez Clu you really need to calm down!
I wonder they were looking for. I wonder if they found it. I decide to just get what I came in for and get the hell out of here; the faster the better. Reaching behind the back of the dresser I feel around clumsley. Finally I find it and carefully pull the tape from the wall. When I pull my hand back to the light it's holding a wad of cash. I always keep some money hidden there, emergency funds only. And this certainly counts as an emergency; usually I spend this money on like video games that I have to have at that moment. I quickly count the bills 176 dollars, less than I thought was there, but at least now I have some cash. Hopefully it was enough to a buy bus ticket.
