The Whispers

Chapter 9

Skylar rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed Tristan was still sleeping on the couch. And she realized something. He was sleeping on her couch. In HER house.

She moved away from him, not wanting Rodney to get any ideas. As if reading her mind, Rodney walked in... with the girl from before. She seemed scared. Skylar closed her eyes halfway, so Rodney wouldn't see she was awake. As she watched from behind her half-closed eyelids, Rodney kneeled down, talking to the girl. Skylar strained her ears, trying to make out any words.

"Alright.... Girl.....where.. you from? Rodney.... name... Biscuit?" Skylar frowned. What was he talking about? As she leaned forward, she forgot where the couch ended. "AHHH-!" She fell off the couch, right in front of her brother and the girl. The girl stepped closer to her, running a hand along Skylar's arm. The contrast was noticeable. The girl's skin was very pale and almost ghost-like, while Skylar's light brown skin was even more browned due to the sun. The girl looked over at Rodney. He shrugged, and proceeded to pick Skylar up by her ankle. Blankets and pillows fell to the ground. "Hey!-", Skylar yelled as Rodney shook her around.

The girl watched the event with wide eyes. Skylar felt her cheeks grow red as she noticed Tristan watching as well. "Rodney, put me down!", she yelled at her wildly grinning brother. Finally, he dropped her onto a pile of blankets and left the room, laughing like a hyena. As Skylar pulled the blankets off her head, she felt a second pair of hands begin helping her pull them off. She sighed. "Thanks, Tristan." When she had pulled the last blanket off, she realized it wasn't Tristan she had been talking to, but the girl. She stared at Skylar with those gray-blue, stormy ocean eyes. Skylar yelled and pulled back, startled by the girl.