sight, her hand firmly over her nose and mouth, a shield to the poison. Terra realized how horrible it must have been for her, to smell such polluted air. It was a good excuse to get out of there quickly.
"I'd invite you in, but I don't want you here." Bryne stated.
"That's good; we don't want to be here."
He laughed, "Burning you am I? If you didn't want to be here, Terra, you wouldn't have been trying to dismantle my door tonight."
She tensed at the sound of her name from his dirty mouth. "Marissa," she called over his shoulder.
"Mari!"
"Mari?" Bryan shouted, while Terra raised a brow at the nickname.
Marissa appeared beside him, her jeans and shirt suggesting that she hadn't even changed for bed. She had planned this from the beginning.
She thrust the half full bag of chips to his chest, the crunching suggesting that none of them had survived. "I told you, stop calling me Mari. I hate that name."
"Whatever you say, Mari." Bryne joked.
Marissa rolled her eyes, and her shoulder twitched. As if she needed fresh air she came close to Era, inhaling a gust. "I'm sorry if I worried you."
"You did," Terra said gently, the relief washing over her. Her baby sister was okay, she was safe. "Don't do that to us again."
"I won't."
"Isn't this touching," Bryne mocked. "If you don't mind, I'd like if you all left me alone. For good this time."
Terra reached out, her hand on the door keeping it open as he tried to shut it. "Wait. We need to talk."
"Not happening, flower child."
"The name is, Terra."
"I don't give a flying duck." He shoved her hand out of the way and slammed the door in her face, barely an inch from her nose.
"He's rude," Marissa softly said.
"I think we've figured that out," Era laughed, like wind chimes on a spring day.
Terra wasn't about to give in then. She knocked, over and over, but he didn't answer. Inside, some music started blaring and the window panes were trembling in accordance to the bass.
Era screamed, Marissa gasped, and Terra spun.
Era fell to her knees, her hands cupping her ears as she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. Marissa held her arm tightly, clutching her to her side descending with her.
Quickly Terra scooped Era up, an arm under her knees and an arm under her back. Lifting her was easy, she was as light as a feather, and she jogged down the steps towards the car, away from the pulsing noise so similar to their heart beats but much stronger. Era buried her face into the crook of her neck, her body wracking with sobs. There was a warm wetness that trickled down her collarbone.
It was not the first time that a great noise had brought Era to such agony. It was why, even in the dead of the night, she stuffed cotton balls in her ears. They knew better than to speak, to cause any extra sounds that would increase the pain. Shortly after the first incident where an ambulance had gone by she had described the experience as having her ear drums busting. In fact, as a child, they had. It frightened all of them, to think that one day they would again, and her hearing would be permanently gone.
Marissa opened the car door, and Terra laid her inside, shutting it as gently as she could. The music had stopped the banging on her ear drums and she turned to see Bryne jogging down the path, his face worried.
"I'm sorry," he surprisingly said, his tone docile. "I…. I didn't mean to hurt
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