Stephen Curry imagines

•SIXTY NINE• pt2

I look over at my sister, who is staring at me with the saddest eyes. She looks like she wants to cry in pity. I'm sure it's not easy seeing your big brother fall apart like a child. In a matter of seconds, I resume my role as her older sibling.
"I'm sorry this isn't anything you need to hear. I'm just spiraling I think. I'm sorry I didn't-"
She cuts me off while wrapping both her arms around my torso.
"I'm so sorry Steph I'm so so sorry!"

I want to reassure her that this isn't her fault, but before I can she straightens her legs and I see the glow of her phone screen.
Clear as day I can see Tinder open. And wouldn't you know it she's signed into an account with all of my ex-girlfriend's information on it.

I'm stuck in place. I can't open my mouth or even remove my hand from around her shoulder.

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Stephen

I stared at the phone battling my brain, insisting this isn't what it looks like. My own sister wouldn't- couldn't be so horrible to do something like this. To ruin something so important for me.

"Sydel." I say through gritted teeth "Give me the phone" I put my hand out waiting for her to hand over, one of her cruelest stunts by far, but instead she wrapped her hands around it, bringing her knees back to her chest.
"No Stephen you're gonna be so mad," she said through sobs.

I stood up without a word, and as calmly as I could I walked back into my house, walking down the hall to the room my parents were using for their stay.
After knocking I let myself into their room feeling the heat of my anger from my chest to my head.

My mother oblivious as ever asked, "Honey what do you need?"

I took a deep breath, and my chest felt like it was too tight to breathe.
"I need you to go talk to Sydel."
She looked at my sleeping father, eyeing me skeptically.
"Stephen honey what's going on?"

I took another deep shaky breath suddenly aware of the burning behind my eyes. "Mom. Just go talk to her."

She hurriedly got out of bed, her questioning eyes never leaving mine. She went down to the room Sydel was staying in, slowly pushing the door open.
"She's outside"

She looked back at me once more, concern visibly growing.
I followed her out the back door watching her pace pick up when she noticed her crying daughter. Quickly bending down to wrap her in her arms.
"What's going on you two what happened? Someone needs to start talking."

I stared at the two in front of me. Almost upset my sister was receiving comfort right now. She doesn't deserve it. It's not meant for her now.
"Yeah, it should be her."

My mother being the caretaker she is helped Sydel to her feet.
"Let's go inside and talk."

I stood in front of the couch as my mother and sister sat down. My body feels so strained keeping myself from yelling it's like I grew three sizes.
"Stephen have a seat"
I absentmindedly shook my head no before being met with a stern look making me listen to her orders immediately.

After my mother looked between the two of her children a few times I think she could tell who was to blame for the fight. Getting ready to referee like she has many times since having children she prepared for another fight. Looking at Sydel she told her to start talking.

Sydel started speaking like someone was timing her, she spilled out so much that you almost couldn't decipher her words.
"I didn't think Stephen would get so upset and I didn't know he would care so much if they broke up! And I didn't know what else would do the trick so my teammate Emma suggested it and it sounded like such a good idea at the time I didn't think it would turn out so bad she said when it happened to her sister they just quietly went their separate ways and they were fine I don't know why Stephen is taking this so hard-"