You Could Be Next

4. Brother's Home

When Klaudette angrily drove to her nine-story home, she nearly missed her street. She was that angry.

She walked through the front door and took the elevator up to the seventh floor, where she and her sister stayed.

She threw her bags on the floor, walked through the massive living area with four black leather couches, a fire-place, and a LDHD flat screen television.

Klaudette marched up the wooden steps that glistened so much, she could see herself looking back at her.

She threw open her bedroom door and flopped onto her now made bed.

She took a deep breath and then sat up straight.

Klaudette wanted to check her phone for messages from Sterling, but she left her bags downstairs, and she wasn’t in the mood to walk that far, so she stayed on her bed.

Eventually, she flopped off of her bed and walked into her walk-in closet.

She stepped out of her clothes, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the far corner of the closet.

Klaudette pulled off all the silky items from the racks: robes, pajamas, and lingerie, and threw them onto the carpeted floor.

Once all of the silky clothing was on the floor, she flung her body onto the massive pile and lay there for what felt like forever, until Helga, the family maid, cam e banging on the door.

“You come out now. Momma looking for you!” Helga was screaming in her Polish accent.

Klaudette hopped out from the silky heap, bared her teeth and walked out of the closet to confront Helga.

“What Helga?” Klaudette asked through her teeth.

“Your momma is calling you. She says you must come immediately.” Helga said as she wiped her hands on her black and white apron.

Klaudette sighed and walked out of her bedroom, wearing only her white lacy underwear.

She pranced down the staircase and found her mother sitting on one of the black leather armchairs.

Her mother was frantically typing on her BlackBerry, her perfect arched blond eyebrows furrowed.

“What mother?” Klaudette asked sinking into a black leather armchair opposite her mother.

Her mother lifted her head up from the screen, took in the fact that her daughter wasn’t wearing any clothes and then sighed.

“Why are you in your underwear?” Mother asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Because I didn’t feel like putting on clothing. Now why have you summoned me from my quarters?” Klaudette asked crossing her legs in the chair.

Mother put her BlackBerry in her clutch and sealed it shut.

“I’ve “summoned” you because Bryon is here. He came home today.” Mother said seriously.

Klaudette was checking her golden hair for split ends, but of course she didn’t have any.

She looked up into her mother’s icy blue eyes.

“Bryon’s home? Where is he?” Klaudette asked setting her perfectly tanned arms on the armrests.

“He’s unpacking his bags on the fourth floor. Back in his old bedroom.” Mother said crossing her arms.

“Why’s he back? He barely started his second year at Stanford.” Klaudette said raising a blonde eyebrow.

“He can tell you, I don’t have any energy to discuss that right now. I’ll be at the spa downstairs. Please don’t bother me.” Mother stood up from her chair and walked for the glass door that acted as the front door for the seventh floor.

In all nine floors that the house was divided into, each one got their own living quarters. Bryon got the fourth floor, Mother and Father got the first floor and for the time being, Klaudette and Skylar had to share the seventh.

The other six floors were devoted to other things, like the second floor was a spa and the third was a movie theater, despite their being a screening room on each floor.

Klaudette walked back up the stairs to her bathroom.

She needed a long hot bath, filled with vanilla bath oils and massaging stones. That would make her forget about her crazy life.

After she peeled off her underwear and threw them in the wooden laundry basket, she ran her bath.

She threw some lavender bath salts into the water and strawberry and melon bubble bath into the water.

When the water was all in the bath, she tied her hair in a messy bun and climbed into the water.

After her two hour luxury bath, Klaudette climbed out of the tub and put on a fluffy white towel hanging on the aluminum rail beside the tub.

She wrapped it tightly around her tiny body and walked inside of her closet, picking out pajamas.

She picked a lacy black and white negligee and slipped it over her head.

Klaudette fumbled inside of her nightstand, looking for her pink night-mask and put it over her eyes. She opened her bed and climbed under the covers. She’d just have to find out why Bryon was home tomorrow.