Missing Pages

Chapter 1

A very subtle warning: This chapter and the coming chapters are going to have tonnes of grammatical issues and mistakes, because I'm too lazy to proof read. So don't be a grammar Nazi and have fun.

Riley's POV

"I've become so numb...."
"because I'm happyyyyy...."
"Mooooovvveeee like Jaggers"

I mean who doesn't appreciate Maroon 5, Pharrel William and Linkin Park. But when your overly excited, hyper brothers choose to wake you up at 4 am in the morning by playing music with its volume at a level which should be considered harmful for the entire humanity, then I guess you have every right to strangle them to death.

I tried to block those voices by using my pillow as a shield, but apparently my brothers are determined on waking me up.

Frankly speaking, I'm not a violent person. But right now I feel like killing my brothers in the most horrendous way.

Thinking of different ways to kill my lovely people, I unwillingly got out of my bed and I made my way directly to the adjoining gym where my brothers are supposed to be.

As I opened the door someone screamed from behind me "Goooooodmorningggg, little sister". I turned around to find my brother Ray, grinning at me.

Good morning?

I just can't tell you how much my brothers enjoyed this part, where I glare at them for a few seconds, then I turn off the stereos, and after that I run behind them with a hope of catching them and then hitting them with a pillow, which I might add never hit anyone of the two. I do all these things in my half awake and half sleepy state at 5 in the morning.

And with that I started chasing Ray around the house like a maniac with two pillows in my hand.

"Stop running you idiot and come here so that I can kill you." My non- empty threats made him chuckle.
And just for fun's sake he climbed the stairs.

I'm quite fit, not as athletic as my brothers, and it's not that I can't climb those stairs, but I'm too lazy to do the climbing this early in the morning. The worst part is that Ray intentionally did this because he knew me so well. The disadvantage of being a triplet.

"I'm Superman. Catch me if you can. Holy Shit, did I just made my sentence rhyme." I was shooting daggers at him with my eyes and he was enjoying it like everyday.

Suddenly I realised that something was missing and then it clicked. "Where is René? "

For a moment I think I saw Rae's eyes filled with panic, but that panic was gone in a second, like it was never there. Just like my memory.

René is our eldest brother, Rae is the middle one and I'm the youngest, well, that's what we've always been told by our mother. We three used to argue a lot about this sequence, but eventually we accepted it, because the difference in our age was merely of a few minutes or seconds.

"He went for a walk. But he told me that I'm the one who has to take care of our daily routine of irritating you." He informed with a smug smile.

"Ugh! I hate you so much, Rae. You made me wake up at 4 and I bet you did it because you want me to cook your breakfast. Right?" I crossed my arms and tapped my foot for the dramatic effect.

"Actually cheeka, you are wrong. I have a surprise for you that's why I risked my balls and woke you up at 4, alone." Now he was pouting like a little child who haven't got enough recognition.