Detroit. •b.t.• (Completed)

11

Sage

From: Bryson
Boo, wya? Let me talk to you real quick -2:10

I set my pencil down to text him back.

To: Bryson
I'm in the hallway -2:11

Three minutes later, Bryson slid down the locker beside me.

"Wassup"

"Hey"

"I just came to apologize for poppin' off at you, yesterday"

"It's fine. I already forgave you for it"

"So you not mad or nothing?"

"I don't hold grudges" I shrugged.

"Why do you do that? Why are you here?"

"Do what?"

"Act so perfect. You not supposed to be here"

"I don't think that I'm perfect"

"I think so. You so admirable and your personality is beautiful"

"Thank you"

"Aye, Sage?"

"Yes?"

"I - nevermind. Forget it"

I raised my eyebrow. "Nope. You have to tell me now. You got me all interested and curious"

He picked up my sketchbook. "So what you doing in here?"

"Don't you dare change the subject"

"Speaking of subject, ain't you supposed to be in class?"

"No. I'm supposed to be drawing"

"Mhm. Sage you delinquent"

I laughed. "I care about my art more than a few missed classes"

"And your art reflects that. You draw dope"

"Thank you"

-

"Daniel!"

He quickly turned his head and crawled over to me.

"I'm bored"

He started to crawl away from me to get my remote.

"What are you doing?"

He sat up and got his wipes, but I took them away and gave him his bottle instead.

Me being the annoying older sister that I am, I put my face on the other side of the bottle and we had a stare down.

Until he laughed and broke eye contact.

"I win"

He shook his head no.

"Don't be a sore looser"

He reached his hand out to my leg and pinched me.

"You're definitely a sore looser. And mean too"

He got on all fours and dropped his head against the bed.

He liked to drop his head against things and it always scared me.

The other day, he dropped his head against the wall and blinked three times before playing as usual.

Camilla ended up taking him to the doctor as a precautionary measure, but he was completely fine.

There was a knock at my door.

"Come in"

Camilla appeared with a bottle. "Miss Wyatt-"

"Sage" I cut her off. "You've known for a really long time, and you still call me that"

Daniel smiled brightly when he saw her. "Mah - Mah"

"Miss Wyatt - Sage. . ." She corrected herself. "I didn't tell him to-"

"You don't need to apologize, Camilla. It's fine"

It was obvious that Camilla was a better mother figure to him than our actual mother who spent most of her time up under my father.

I didn't have anything against her, though. Just a lot of wishes and expectations that don't get met.

Besides, I wouldn't have gotten into art in the first place if it wasn't for her semi-neglect.

So I got something good out of it.

"Bailey's making dinner, so we should probably get going"

I got up to follow behind her, sitting at the table.

"Sage! My pride and joy! How are you today, love?"

"Better, now that I know you're home. How was your day, daddy?"

"Just a lot of paperwork and meetings for the subsidiaries. How was your day at school?"

I shrugged. "Pretty regular. Nothing spectacular"

"Honey, you didn't ask me about my day" My mom butted in.

He chuckled and drank his water before speaking. "Serinity, you were at the office all day. What could you have been doing?"

He sounded like he didn't want to bring something up.

". . .but still"

"Ah yah yah" Danny smacked his hands against his high chair.

"How could I forget about my favorite son?" Dad asked.

Danny grinned, showing off all five of his teeth before dragging drool out of his mouth.

"Are you showing off again, sir? You could never stunt like your father" Dad popped his imaginary collar and leaned back in his chair.

Bailey bought dinner out, and we all ate and shared a light conversation before heading our separate ways.

"Have a good night, Miss Wyatt"

"Goodnight, Camilla" I spoke and went into my room, cutting the lights on and closing the door.

I turned and faced my mural that was coming together piece by piece.

"I told you to watch your back"

Before I could turn around, I was thrown to the floor and was face to face with Laura.

"Don't you dare scream" Her cold eyes stared into my shocked ones and she grinned at me slightly.

I screamed anyways and kicked her off of me.

I don't know what I was doing, but my hand gripped the knife that she was holding and she pulled back on it, slicing my fingers.

We both paused for a moment, taking in what just happened.

Laura laughed and tried to stab me again.

"SAGE! ARE YOU OKAY?"

The voice was familiar, but I couldn't process who it belonged to.

"No she's not" Laura answered for me and tried to stab me in the leg.

I ended up kicking her in the chest, making her fall backwards.

I scrambled to get to my feet and began to head towards the door.

But not before I felt the knife tearing through my calf.

My father busted through the door just as I fell.

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