I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

III.

It was around eight a.m. the next morning when Shannon entered her childhood home, sneaking in as quietly as possible, not because she'd be in trouble, but just to avoid any questions about her whereabouts from the day before from her parents. 

"Where'd you come from?" Nicholas asked while finishing up a bowl of cereal.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me," she whispered harshly. "And it's none of your business..."

"Why, you scared?" he smirked, settling his dish in the sink as he came near to the staircase she was making her way to. 

"Would you shut up?" she said snidely. "Where's mom and dad? Why are you up anyway?" she creased her brow. "Isn't it like your summer vacation?"

"Yeah, not everybody sleeps all day like you do. I just woke up and I was having some breakfast... What's it you?" he crossed his arms. "Mom and dad are asleep, but they should be up any minute because we're picking Jeff up at noon."

"Oh, shit," she mumbled to herself, bringing her hand to her head. 

"You forgot?" he smirked again. "I heard dad yelling at you yesterday and you had the nerve to forget..."

"Oh, shut up..." she furrowed her brows. "You act like you're so perfect."

"To mom, at least I know I am," he retorted. "I'm not the one who dropped out of college, sis..."

She lunged forward, picking her hand up. 

"I will scream for mom and dad if you put your hands on me," he put his hand up in defense.

"You little fucker, you're such a mama's boy..." she shook her head in disgust. 

"At least she loves me..."

"Why don't you piss off?" she shoved him.

"You're such a  bitch," he then shoved passed her and he ran up the stairs of the house, just trying to make it to his room.

"Come here, you little shit," she then ran after him and she grabbed him by the back of the shirt and she pulled on him. 

"Would you fucking let go?" he turned, just to push her off. 

"Where are you going?" she gritted her teeth.

"I'm going to my room!"

"No, you're gonna run your mouth to mom and dad. Rat me out, right?"

"Rat you out for what, Shannon? You didn't do anything that I know of... What's to tell? I'm going to my fucking room, you psycho."

"What is going on out here?" Robert suddenly emerged from the master bedroom.

Shannon looked at her father, letting go of her brother's tee shirt and sighing to herself after misjudging her brother's actions. 

Meanwhile, Stevie was barely getting around that morning because the chaos in her home had finally gotten her up despite Robert getting ready that morning to start his day.

"I was going to my room and this psychotic bitch attacked me," Nicholas replied. 

"Hey," Robert furrowed his brow. 

"Watch your mouth!" Stevie scolded from the bedroom, pinching the bridge of her nose as she pulled the blankets off of herself that morning. "I don't know what it is about the two of you that you cannot behave yourselves for anybody's sake, not even your own. You obviously don't want to deal with each other, so I don't know why you provoke each other."

Shannon rolled her eyes.

Robert nudged the girl easily with a stern expression.

"Nicholas, I told you already to watch your mouth in this house," Stevie then added. "I don't care how you talk to your friends at school, but I don't want to hear it, least of all to your family, no matter how pissed off you get. I'm not having that kind of disrespect in my house."