Kimber's pov
The second Jack left the house my chest started to ache and that whirlwind of a night nine years ago came flooding back full force like I'd been slammed into a brick wall a hundred times over again.
Indi and I's eyes became trained on the front door as it opened slowly like the person was trying their hardest so that it wouldn't creak but like always it still did. A almost incoherent cuss word was heard as Jack came walking through the old door still dressed in his jeans and navy blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows,all part of his bet with our English teacher Mrs.Bindi that if he didn't get a 100% on his final he'd have to dress classy and formally the whole last week before he graduates,And man was he surprised when he got that paper back with a total of 58/60.
As the front door closed behind him Indi sleepily stood from her spot next to me which in return caused me to shiver from the loss of body heat.
I sat and watched as she slowly wrapped her arms around her twin brother with a strength that shocked Jack yet he smiled ,kissing her forehead and also hugging her back with the same strength. After a few minutes of just staying in each other's arms Jack carefully pulled away to look her in the eyes but they didn't meet her matching Hazel orbs because of how droopy her eyes were." Go get some sleep Indi,I'm okay. I promise."
With those words being said I let out a quite relief filled sigh, while Indi yawns giving her slightly older brother a small nod before turning on her heels and heading up the stairs almost zombie like to the spare bedroom we have.
" Goodnight Hansen"
My voice is laced with sleep but still playful because of the use of her nickname since the day she picked up a softball.
Indi's head turns back towards me from where it was pointed straight ahead at the stairs.A short giggle comes from her lips before she gives me a small smile.
" goodnight Kimber"
The slurred words and hushed tone guaranties that the second her head touches the pillow she's gonna be out like a light.
My ears strain to hear the door shut,but once I finally hear the faint sound I turn to Jack just studying his features in the dim light while running my fingers through my baby sisters hair.One look at Jack and you can tell he's strong,you'd never believe how soft spoken he can truly get or how loving he can be with people he considers family. My eyes travel from the small scar on his left eyebrow down to his very visible check bones and his pale lips then onto his bright Amber colored eyes that tend to darken at times as well as get some specks of blue in them.
To this day I've never just sat and admired his face and how much of his story you can tell from it.
I stop myself from starring even more once I feel Rora start to stir a little bit in her sleep." hey I'm gonna take Rora up to her room can you grab Cy and put her in my room?"
With a tired smile and pleading eyes I look at him for a good two minutes more.
He gives me a nod then a smile but just by a quick glance I can tell that this smile isn't reaching his eyes,something's bothering him and I need to figure it out.
I shove that note to the back of my mind once my focus goes back to my baby sister, I walk over to the couch where I was sitting just a minute ago scooping up my younger sister in my arms and tiptoeing towards the hallway to her room making sure not to step on any of the creaky boards something we've learned from an early age.It's in these moments that I realize how light she really is and how much she looks like our dad right down to her personality, truly it's scary to see the resemblance between them.
From seeing our dad asleep on the couch all the stress relieved from his face while his eye lids are fluttering constantly and then seeing it on Rora at this very moment makes me realize that this is the most relaxed I've seen her in weeks.
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