I walked out of the bathroom, desperately wondering how I was supposed to get the giant mess clean, and get rid of the body from my house.
Sighing, I almost didn't notice Alysson and Max just now coming out of their bedrooms.
"Oh, hi guys."
I said weakly, as they grouped together in the hallway.
"Hi, Jenny."
They both greeted. We stared at each other in an akward silence. Max rubbed his arm inwardly, as Alysson stared at the floor.
"Um, how long are they going to be here?"
Asked Max, trying to make conversation.
I bit my lip, looking down at the floorboards. There was a speck of dust beside my foot.
"Um, I don't know,"
I admitted, feeling a bit out of place.
"What do you mean, you don't know!"
He cried, throwing his hands into the air above his head.
I flinched at the sudden outburst, as did my little sister.
"Jennifer, you're supposed to protect us! We come home and find a bunch of weird people in our house, and you're not doing anything about it?"
Ouch.
"You don't know what it's been like,"
I whispered.
They hadn't seen my hand yet, I was hiding it behind my back.
"Been like? It must of been great, you haven't been put down, yet!"
Put down, was his term of, killed, when Alysson was around. "They're only keeping me here, to play their little mind games."
I whispered, hurt by his words.
"Mind games? What, so you've been having fun, with them?" He shouted, waving his arms around, again.
I couldn't help what I did next, I was angry that he was yelling at me like this. I yanked my hand out, holding it out for them to see.
"YOU CALL THIS, FUN?"
I hissed, holding my wrist, glaring at them furiously.
They're faces fell, expressionless. I instantly cringed back, regretting my actions. "They," Max hesitated, whispering in shock. "They've been,"
He said the word, low enough so that Alysson wouldn't hear.
"Hurting, you?"
I sighed, taking back my arm.
"Yes." I answered, feeling angry at myself for snapping at them. "I-I didn't know," He choked, eyes going wide. I shook it off, ruffling his hair.
"Look, just forget about it, okay? Everything's fine, now."
He shook his head, now he was the one who was angry.
"No. You're our sister. We're family. We're supposed to look out for each other!" He agrued, balling his hands into tight fists. I somehow managed to slip a smile onto my face.
"You know, little guy,"
I said, standing beside him.
"You're a really good brother."
He nodded, still angry.
"Yeah, I know."
I smiled bigger, playfully punching him in the shoulder. After a long second, he finally started to grin. He playfully punched me back, easing up. Just like our dad, Max had a very short temper.
"See? That, is much better!"
I gestured at the grin on his face.
"Jennifer," I turned my head to my little sister, still smiling big.
"Yeah, Al?" My smile slowly started to fade, as I watched her put on a strained expression. "I need to use the bathroom."
I froze.
Oh no.