Caught in the widows web

Another day another house burglary

For the next week i was pretty much drifting in between sleep and consciousness. Delirium making my head burn. everything hurt, i couldnt tell what was worse, my pulsating headache or the feeling of knives driving deeper and deeper into my gut. I was plagued by nightmares, though now im not sure if they were nightmares or reality, the lines between the two had blurred a long time ago. Finally my fever broke and i came to, covered in sweat and all alone in the basement. I dont remember when exactly i'd passed out that day, i just remember talking to my brother then sudden darkness. Which reminded me, where is Andrew? I looked around trying to find the slightest hint of him anywhere but he was nowhere to be found. I sat up, flinching in pain, feet hitting the cold floor. Limping to the stairs i slowly climbed up and up, my pace matching a snails crawl. On the last step i heaved out a breath and shook the door knob, opening it desperately. As i stepped out into the freezing hall, everything felt empty and alone. It was quiet, too quiet. I looked out the window to the front door which was just beside the basement door, 'fathers car is gone'.
"Andrew?!" I called out into the long hallway, my voice echoing back at me like a taunt. Nothing. Okay stay calm! Its probably fine he might just be outsid- CRASH!!. Someones in the house. I turned, grabbing the vase, whirling around wildly to quietly shuffle toaward the direction of the noise. More crashes and bangs sounded as i crept closer, my heart beat in my chest. As i neared the edge of the door i pulled the vase up at the ready, no ones gonna burgle me today. I peaked around the corner and couldnt make out any features in the dark early morning light. As he turned around i freaked out, closing my eyes and screaming, throwing the vase at whoever he was. I heard a crash and heard the sound of something flying through the air, the familiar sound of a boy screaming bellowed through the air, looking up a frying pan was coming right to my face, shit. THUNK!!!! I fell over onto the floor groaning and rolling over.
"What the fuck!" Andrew rushed over to me, touching my forehead which i immediately grabbed his hands, hissing in pain.
"Why-" i huffed sitting up groaning, the pulsing pain in my head getting worse; "-Did you throw a fucking pan at my head?" I looked over at the boy to see his face go pale before his eyes got sharp like mine. "You threw a vase at me!!! How did you expect me to react?" I just shrugged looking down at the floor. "I thought we were being burgled...it seemed rational at the time" andrew just shook his head, standing up from his crouched position beside me to look at the messy kitchen. Half cooked eggs lay scrambled on the floor, shards of glass everywhere.
"What were you doing anyways?" I questioned bending down to pick up the glass.
"Well i was trying to make scrambled eggs for breakfast" he glared, i just gave him a sheepish look back.
"You- kind of succeeded" i pointed to the eggs scrambled all over the floor as he reached down to lift one in his hand; i brought the garbage bag closer. As we continued on like that, something came to mind.
"Oh! Wheres dad?" I looked around, paranoid now that he could come in to see that not only had we stolen food but we broke his favorite vase. Oh he would kill us if he knew, i chuckled bitterly to myself.
"I dont know, he's been out of town since the...incident havent seen him in like seven days" he looked back at me worried, dad had never been gone this long. I dumped the last bit of egg into the garbage and shoved it back under the sink.
"Did he say anything about where he's going?" I asked, turning to face him hands on my hips, surveying the area to check for any bits we might've missed.
"Why does it matter? He's gone and we got the house to ourselves, he told me to finish off the eggs because theyre a few weeks out of date...but that ships kinda sailed" i grimaced looking back at our sad lumpy leftover eggs. Two in the box, he could have em.
"Take em, im not that hungry." I stated leaving no room for question.
"Y/n you havent eaten since you passed out-"
"And ive gone longer. You need the nutrients more than me you're a growing boy. Eat." I cut in immediately silencing him leaving him to just grumble to himself, starting on the eggs again. As he did that i looked around the cupboards for any change he might have left so we could get something for dinner tonight but it was gloriously empty, not even an out of date box of cereal, i'd found one in there before. It had kept us fed for like a week that was a good week we ate like kings.
"Any update on operation get the fuck out of here?" I opened the fridge, looking for a condiment we might be able to drink to help with the hunger pains.
"You got a text." I suddenly shot up, he was reaching his arm backward, my phone practically shining in all its glory. Leaving the fridge door half opened i practically jumper for it, ripping it out of his hand like it was my last saving grace, and it kinda was. I quickly typed in the password i'd made and pulled down the notification bar.