Saving Sybil Cornwall

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

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𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 17, 2019.
10:41 𝐏𝐌
6 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

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"Thanks for letting Millie stay the night with you." My mother, Leslie, said with a delicate smile on her face.

I nodded before taking another sip of the Sam Adams I was drinking, thankful my parents let me drink around them. "Yeah, of course. Someone's gotta keep her in line." I replied with a halfhearted chuckle.

"I'm not that bad!" Millie whined, trying to defend herself from our conversation.

My father, Peter, and my brother, Hugo walked back into the dining room. They both looked annoyed over something, but that was usually the case since they had a lot of tension.

"Hey, is everything ok?" I asked Hugo, he was my idol and I looked up to him with everything in me.

"Uh... it was the Watts family again. They want us to head over since an issue popped up. Dad and I were discussing if we should go or not tonight." He replied with a slight frown on his face.

Not again. I thought bitterly to myself. Jack, that fucking bitch can burn alive in a burning building.

Hugo's ink black hair resembled the style of a surfer's on the beach. And his eyes were the brightest blue you'd ever see. He had stubble from his beard that he had shaved off a few days back.

"They're having issues again?" My mother asked worriedly.

The Watts family had personal issues and we had seen first hand at a cookout we were invited to a few years back. The family consisted of: Jack, Kimberly, Austyn and Brooke. Jack was an abusive father and husband, and was ten times worse when drunk. Kimberly, his poor wife has gotten used to the abuse and finds it normal now. Austyn, their 17 year old daughter gets sexually assaulted by her own father at least 3 times a month. It makes me fucking sick. Brooke was the youngest, being 15. She took the most physical beatings.

Their household was toxic, they've called the police before but they didn't have enough evidence for anything to be taken to court. Jack is an asshole and I hope he steps on a rusted nail. The only issue is that they live two hours away from us now, since we moved to NYC and they were back in Woodstock.

"Yes, mom, they're having issues again." Hugo, my brother sighed.

"Well we gotta go, Brooke and Austyn are my friends!" Millie exclaimed, worried about the girls she had grown close to.

"Alright... we'll go tonight. Kimberly was the one who called right?" My mom asked my dad.

"No... Austyn took Kimberly's phone to call us. It's bad tonight." Peter replied.

I finished off my Sam Adams, and got up from the couch. Heading to the tv stand, I turned off the Xbox console where Millie and I played COD for two hours after dinner, just like I had promised her.

"I can clean up the dishes and set up the guest rooms again while you go get them?" I offered, my mother gave a thankful nod in reply.

"Sybil, behave, and don't go eating all the ice cream again. One of us will text you when we leave their house." My dad commented, making it aware to not do anything ridiculous.

"Sure thing. I'll let you know when I head home." I replied as my family grabbed their coats and shoes, to head to aid our family friends.

"Love you, Sybil! See you next weekend!" Millie chimed out with a smile before walking out the front door.

"Love ya too, Mills." I said back, even though she couldn't hear me since she was already out the door.

"Hey, good luck on your exams next week. I was happy to see you while I was in town." Hugo said, saying goodbye since he lived in North Korea due to being in the military.

"Thanks, man. Don't do anything stupid in Korea when you fly back." I replied jokingly to my older brother, who snorted a laugh in response.

You fucking dork.

"Alright, honey, we love you, be safe driving home!" My mother said, kissing my cheek before ushering dad and herself out the front door.

The door shut and I gave a faint smile, before turning and walking to the hallway closet, pulling out bedsheets for the guest bedrooms.

I looked at the time which now said 11:35, and my parents house had been cleaned up due to my slight germophobia. By slight, I mean I disinfected the whole house and made the guest rooms.

I sighed, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a Lemon Lime Gatorade before grabbing the keys to my 2013 black Jeep Patriot.

I needed to go home, it was late. Plus my family would be happy that I cleaned up for them again. I usually do it when I come over because of my impulsiveness and slight OCD.

I headed out the front door, locking it behind me, then walking to the drivers side of my Jeep.

I'm so tired. I thought, letting out a heavy yawn at the same time.

It was true, I was exhausted. I spent so much time on school work and my job at the mechanic shop that I never took time for myself. Not that I minded really, I was earning good money and my grades were good.
I decided that i would text my mom before leaving the house.

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11:56PM

Heading home. I set up the guest rooms
and cleaned the house, I love you.

Love you too, sweetheart! Be safe and sleep well!

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I set my phone in the cup holder, before starting the car and driving home. A faint smile was on my face, I was happy with how life was going. I was happy with my family.

I was.