Interlude 04
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
I feel so real
Could you take my picture?
Cuz I wont remember
Could you take my picture?
Cuz I wont remember
Could you take my picture?
Cuz I wont remember
Could you take my picture?
Cuz I wont remember
Yeah
Fifteen year old Irea Winner traveled down the large hallway of the Winner Mansion, her arms folded across her chest, her brow wrinkled with worry lines. Her blue eyes scanned every inch of the hall ways but she couldn't seem to find what she was after. After all he was a snaky little thing that could hide in almost any dark corner of the house which made it hard to pick a place to start looking.
Irea sighed out of frustration as she rounded the corner, she decided to just head back to her bedroom, he would come out sooner or later when he figured out no one was looking for him. "That boy is always doing this," Irea huffed, halting at her door. "I'm amazed father doesn't scold him about this." The dirty blonde's hand gripped the knob and silently she entered her bedroom. She used a slender finger to switch on her bedroom lights then headed for her bed but stopped when she noticed a head of blonde hair stick out from underneath her covers.
Slowly and silently Irea approached the bed with caution, she could only think of one person that would have the guts to slip into her bedroom and take a nap but she wasn't sure it was that person she was thinking of. Once she close enough to the top of her bed she leaned down tucking her fingers underneath the sheets, she gently pulled them back revealing her little brother Quatre curled up in a fetal position. He was sleep! Irea breathed relief placing a hand on her heart. Quatre was peaceful when he was asleep, he looked as though he were the happiest when slumbering, but she couldn't let him stay in her bed, their father wanted to see him. Lowering herself on her bed Irea placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder and gently shook him.
The young boy stirred, he opened his eyes and peered up at his sister. A smile came to his face as he lifted himself up from his sleeping position, Irea looked a bit worried still but said nothing to the soon-to-be energized boy before her. "Hi Irea!" Quatre greeted his sister, he stretched his short arms. "Hello Quatre," Irea responded calmly tousling the boys hair. Quatre made a whining noise as he ducked from out of Irea's grasp, he rolled out of her bed and landed on the floor with a thud. Irea cringed but was surprised by the boy's resilience, Quatre came up from the floor rubbing his head looking quite embarrassed.
"I goofed," He chuckled climbing back onto the bed. Irea laughed softly watching Quatre crawl over beside her, he lay on his stomach with his hands cupping his face and his elbows propped up on the mattress. "Anyway how come you stopped looking for me? Weren't you having fun playing hide-&-go-seek?" Quatre asked worriedly. "Of course I was Quatre!" Irea said in mock-aghast. "But your so good at hiding I couldn't find you!" Quatre laughed before pausing, he looked as though he were trying to remember something but Irea couldn't be sure. "Don't tell father, but I got something for you," He said. Irea blinked in question as Quatre headed over to her pillow.
He stuck his hand underneath the pillow, Irea watched in surprise as he revealed a big red heart-shaped jewel embodied with jade studs handing on silver chain. "Quatre----- where did you get this?" She gasped taking it from his grasp. He had found Catherine Winner's necklace! Quatre just smiled quiet proud of himself for pulling of the amazing feat. He had ventured into an unexplored part of the house and came a cross a door decorated in gold stars and blue moons, when he entered he found everything covered in white sheets except for a vanity beside the window.
Being the curious creature that he was, Quatre ventured over to the vanity beside the window with examining eyes. He peeked into every drawer and jeweler box that the vanity had and found the piece of jewelry Irea held in her hand hanging on the edge of the vanity's chair. He picked it up and it automatically reminded him of Irea only because he knew she liked to collect precious jewels and necklaces. "Do you like it? It reminded me of you!" Quatre proclaimed proudly. Irea nodded dumbly as she placed the necklace onto her nightstand, she turned and faced Quatre with saddened eyes but Quatre never seemed to notice.
Leaning over Irea placed her hands on Quatre's forearms, Quatre blinked in confusion. "Little brother I need you to promise me something," She began shakily. Quatre nodded. "I want you to promise me that you will not go back into that room. Promise me ... please Quatre. " Quatre began to grow more and more confused by his sisters sudden change of attitude. Had he done something wrong? Was she going to tell on him?
A million thoughts crossed Quatre's mind as he unconsciously murmured; "I promise Irea," The next thing he knew he was being pulled Irea's embrace. He looked up at his sister with worried blue eyes, he noticed that she was crying or at least she was trying not to cry. If she's upset because I went into that room, then I promise her that I won't go back in the room..., Quatre wrapped his arms around Irea's small waist. "I promise I won't go back into that room, I don't like it when you cry, please stop crying Irea," Quatre pleaded. Irea hadn't noticed she was crying, removing one of her hands she whipped her face dry of her tears.
Quatre removed himself from her embrace and gazed up at her with watery eyes of his own. "I'm sorry Quatre, I can be such a baby sometimes," Irea sighed placing her hands on his shoulders. Quatre laughed wholeheartedly at her comment receiving a pretend glare. However, Irea's glare was cut short by a loud grumbling noise. Quatre's cheeks reddened as he reached over to stretch the back of his head. Irea smiled before picking her brother up off her bed flinging him over her shoulder, Quatre grunted in protest but could nothing against her. "Let's go see Father," Irea announced marching out of her bedroom ignoring Quatre's commands to put him down on the ground.
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