Falling For Your Antics (Editing)

Chapter 8- My Poor Windpipe

It was the beginning of the weekend when Angus finally spilled his beans, and I couldn't believe I had been stupid enough to think I got away with sneaking out to that fair.

"Branwen!" I was sharply called from downstairs.

"Yeah?" I replied as innocently as I could, rounding my head around the corner of the wall at the top of the stairs, to see my mother fuming at the bottom of them.

"Get down here right now!"

Knowing not to mess around when my mum was this angry, I hurried downstairs and followed her into the kitchen, where she grabbed a jumbo pack of Haribo off the counter.

Only, it was now completely empty.

"Do you care to explain this?" Her eyebrow twitched, and the fury in her eyes caused my throat to hitch.

"Um, well, you see-"

I was quickly cut off from the ramble I was about to go on.

"Don't start that nonsense with me, Branwen Renee Demsey! Tell me exactly how Angus got this!"

She thrust the large empty packet for emphasis towards me and dangled it in my face.

I gulped, and before I could even talk, Angus made an appearance from the back gadren and spoke up behind her. Instantly I knew nothing good could come out of this.

"Branwen blackmailed me into staying quiet with a massive bag of sweets." He innocently said, his hands clasped in front of him, whilst he batted his eyelashes and started to put on tears.

My mother gasped, then looked at me like I was some kind of monster. I just stood there with my mouth shaped like a great big O, gob smacked at Angus' actions. Even his brown curls around his face couldn't stop me from being so mad at him.

"What?," I defended, hands on my hips, finally regaining my use of words, "it was only a bag of sweets!"

"And you know damn well he has too many cavities, so has been banned from having lots of sweets at a time!" She eyed the size of the empty packet. "Never mind this many!"

Well, I agreed, I was guilty of giving him sweets instead of a toy or something. However, Haribo was the cheaper alternative, and I hardly had a lot of money.

"Branwen, you also know that you can't sneak around this house like it's filled with mouse traps, but most importantly, that you can't blackmail your own brother in my house! I thought you'd finished with such childish schemes."

My anger had started to become evident on my face because I couldn't mask it any longer.

How dare she call me childish, I thought. In fact, the only thing childish here was her stubbornness to refuse to believe her husband Nate was an absolute creep towards me!

I didn't realise that the last part of my thoughts had slipped out, until Angus burst into a fit of giggles from behind my mother's leg. My mum practically had steam streaming out of her ears.

"Don't be silly, Branny! Nate is too nice to be a creep," he explained, as if the thought alone was outlandish, clutching our mum's leg, giggling.

I wished Angus could have understood that one person could treat multiple people differently to each other.

"Angus, get out, now," my mum promptly snapped, and before he could object, she had ushered him back out of the kitchen, into the garden, then slammed the door shut.