Why Do You Care About Me? - A Reese Wilkerson Fanfiction

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Yooo guyss. Long time no see? Its been like a week? I've had soo much stuff to do yall but I finally had a while to finish this chapter off. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR OVER 100 VOTES WOOOWW I LUV YALLL. Enjoy this chapter lmao <3

Mom busted into my bedroom on Tuesday evening, where I was, of course, cramming for the two exams I had tommorow. 

"Where the hell is Kaiya?" My heart jumped. She never cared enough to knock, even when I'd asked her to, because 'I don't deserve it.'

"Dunno." I shrugged, still trying to steady my heartbeat. "She's not come back yet."

"She left four hours ago! Did she tell you where she was going?" 

"Hell no." Me and Kaiya basically never talked.

"She is in such deep shit." She muttered as she paced off to the kitchen. Well there's no fucking way now that I've realised my sister is missing that I'm going to be able to focus on studying. 

I'm sure she's fine, but then what if she's not? Of course I was going to fucking worry, like I did about literally everything else. Like the two exams I had tomorrow. I knew I was going to fail, but I wasn't going to study either. I was a fucking wreck from worrying, and I still had like 5 exams to pass.

Out of nowhere I began longing for Reese again. For the feeling of him being close to me, the feeling of his lips on mine. The one and only kiss I'd shared with him seemed so distant, almost like a fever dream. We hadn't kissed since. I don't know if he didn't want to or... if he just hadn't felt the need, but that was just another thing that worried me. I only hadn't seen him for a few days, but it felt like a century.

I tried to get back to studying because I really did fucking have to pass them exams. But none of the things I read even registered with me. I lay the side of my head down on my book, unable to hold it up anymore. I watched my window, through which the comforting buzz of cicadas was coming into the room, along with a gentle draft. Behind it was black, only lit by the dim fairy lights on the fence. It had to be really late already, my eyes were drooping, I could barely keep them open, and I must have dozed off at some point. 

The sound of raised voices slowly brought me back to consciousness. I drowsily looked over at my alarm clock. 12:46. I sat there for a moment, just staring at it, trying to remember how I ended up here. How long was I asleep for?

The fact that Kaiya was missing rushed back to me. That was her probably back now. 

I got up from my desk, my back aching from sleeping at it. I trudged into the kitchen, afraid of what was to come. Mom's yells were getting progressively louder. As I walked round the corner I saw mom, in her nightgown, her bushy hair framing her screaming face, and Kaiya, who looked, quite frankly, like a drunk as fuck slut. They were standing next to the living room window, the spot furthest away from all our rooms. Mom and dad used to always argue there long after their kids went to bed, in an attempt to not wake them up, which was never really effective.

"I WILL ASK YOU ONE MORE FUCKING TIME. WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN AND WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING WHORE?!?!"

"Mom, I'm-I'm tired and I gotta go to sleep." Her speech was slurred as fuck.

"ANSWER MY QUESTIONS. ARE YOU FUCKING DRUNK?" Jesus fucking Christ, she was really trying to interrogate a drunk 13 year old. Fucking hell, she was 13. I'd never come home drunk and looking like that. Or even come home drunk at all. Was I that big of a fucking loser or was she?

"Mom!" I shouted as I went through the kitchen, as alert as ever for someone who'd just been sleeping not even a whole minute ago.

"Can you just fucking leave me alone?" Kaiya muttered, thanks to which she got a whack on the cheek. I don't think mom had ever hit her before.