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could. But it's not really his decision. The girl doesn't listen to him at all, anyway. Says he’s not her father so he has no say in how she acts, and her mom doesn't really back him up much. It annoys me to see my dad so helpless sometimes. If it were a problem with me, he’d just give me a smack to the back of the head. I hate how much she gets away with.
I pulled my old car up into my driveway and stepped out into the sunlight, letting the warmth hit my face for a moment. I couldn't wait to get out of my work clothes and into some shorts and a t-shirt, maybe hit the hammock out back with a beer. There's no better way to spend a Friday afternoon. Work really is for suckers, and unfortunately I was one of them. Just not today.
When I pushed open the front door, though, something caught the bottom of it and caused it to swing back at me and almost knock me in the nose. I caught it just in time and shoved back, this time harder. There were shoes on the floor, left right behind the door, making it hard to open. That was a pet peeve of mine. I hated when my sister did that and I'd mentioned it numerous times to her. She just doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself.
A sudden jolt of annoyance stabbed through me as I considered what that meant. Was she home after all, ready to ruin my nicely planned afternoon of drinking beer and doing nothing?
I gave another heave and heard the rubber sole slide along the tile of the front hallway, caught between it and the bottom of the door. Time to examine the evidence.
As I closed the door and the offending footwear released, I looked at it, confused. It wasn't Meg’s. It was a man's white sneaker. And it wasn't mine or my dad’s. I don’t think he even owned a pair of running shoes.
I opened my mouth to yell but then thought better of it. That would simply warn her, and then she'd claim innocence again like she always did and I'd have no proof. This was my chance to actually catch the little brat in the act. I wasn’t sure what I would do with the information, but if my sister was in this house and had a boy over, I was going to cash in on that. Somehow.
I slipped off my own shoes and walked quietly to the staircase, listening. I didn't hear anything, but I saw that her bedroom door was closed most of the way and light was coming out from it. She was home and in there, and presumably so was Sneakers.
I slowly made my way up the stairs, making sure to avoid the ones that creaked. Years of sneaking out when my parents were sleeping gave me the perfect mental map of all of the potential sound traps the house had. When I got to her room, I listened intently at the door. I expected to hear moaning or name calling, but I didn't. I heard something, though. I just wasn't sure what. It was faint and muffled.
"Oh fuck ya, just like that," I heard suddenly. My heart pounded in my chest. It wasn't Meg's voice. It was Sneakers. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned on the camera. I wanted proof of whatever it is I found on the other side. Then I could figure out a plan.
I pushed open the door forcefully, keeping my hand extended so that it wouldn't bounce back and close, and I let me eyes take in the sight before me.
A young man was laying in Meg's bed, covered from the waist down but his top, at least, was bare. There was a big lump under the covers, and as the door crashed against the wall the lump froze just as his head turned to look at me in complete surprise and fear. A second later, Meg's head pulled up and out from the covers as she covered her mouth in terror as well. My thumb hit the camera button on my phone, capturing the image in front of me. There would be no denying this later on.
Meg
"Oh my god!" Jimmy gasped, his dark eyes wide as he stared at Nathan. The covers had fallen down off of my back as I sat up,
I pulled my old car up into my driveway and stepped out into the sunlight, letting the warmth hit my face for a moment. I couldn't wait to get out of my work clothes and into some shorts and a t-shirt, maybe hit the hammock out back with a beer. There's no better way to spend a Friday afternoon. Work really is for suckers, and unfortunately I was one of them. Just not today.
When I pushed open the front door, though, something caught the bottom of it and caused it to swing back at me and almost knock me in the nose. I caught it just in time and shoved back, this time harder. There were shoes on the floor, left right behind the door, making it hard to open. That was a pet peeve of mine. I hated when my sister did that and I'd mentioned it numerous times to her. She just doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself.
A sudden jolt of annoyance stabbed through me as I considered what that meant. Was she home after all, ready to ruin my nicely planned afternoon of drinking beer and doing nothing?
I gave another heave and heard the rubber sole slide along the tile of the front hallway, caught between it and the bottom of the door. Time to examine the evidence.
As I closed the door and the offending footwear released, I looked at it, confused. It wasn't Meg’s. It was a man's white sneaker. And it wasn't mine or my dad’s. I don’t think he even owned a pair of running shoes.
I opened my mouth to yell but then thought better of it. That would simply warn her, and then she'd claim innocence again like she always did and I'd have no proof. This was my chance to actually catch the little brat in the act. I wasn’t sure what I would do with the information, but if my sister was in this house and had a boy over, I was going to cash in on that. Somehow.
I slipped off my own shoes and walked quietly to the staircase, listening. I didn't hear anything, but I saw that her bedroom door was closed most of the way and light was coming out from it. She was home and in there, and presumably so was Sneakers.
I slowly made my way up the stairs, making sure to avoid the ones that creaked. Years of sneaking out when my parents were sleeping gave me the perfect mental map of all of the potential sound traps the house had. When I got to her room, I listened intently at the door. I expected to hear moaning or name calling, but I didn't. I heard something, though. I just wasn't sure what. It was faint and muffled.
"Oh fuck ya, just like that," I heard suddenly. My heart pounded in my chest. It wasn't Meg's voice. It was Sneakers. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned on the camera. I wanted proof of whatever it is I found on the other side. Then I could figure out a plan.
I pushed open the door forcefully, keeping my hand extended so that it wouldn't bounce back and close, and I let me eyes take in the sight before me.
A young man was laying in Meg's bed, covered from the waist down but his top, at least, was bare. There was a big lump under the covers, and as the door crashed against the wall the lump froze just as his head turned to look at me in complete surprise and fear. A second later, Meg's head pulled up and out from the covers as she covered her mouth in terror as well. My thumb hit the camera button on my phone, capturing the image in front of me. There would be no denying this later on.
Meg
"Oh my god!" Jimmy gasped, his dark eyes wide as he stared at Nathan. The covers had fallen down off of my back as I sat up,
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