What Lies Beneath the Lies

Chapter 3- Unfortunate Times, Lead to Unfortunate Measures. How unfortunate.

The two teenage siblings, who were supposed to be sleeping peacefully, were now squabbling in very intense, quite loud, whispers. They were, well really are, known by the names, Joel and Erin Harvey. Joel, a stereotypical sixteen year old, was usually the one who would stir up trouble, and was so unreliable, his twin sister, Erin, had to "babysit" him whenever their grandparents had left to do things that were never mentioned. Erin, however, was the complete opposite, at most times, and was relatively sharp and quick. Not to mention smart, witty and was capable of doing pretty much anything that was possible. But surprisingly, Erin didn't have the best memory, only if she was put on the spot, which made absolutely no sense at all to anyone.

Joel and Erin continued to have a war of words at each other, until their bearded Granny Beatrix, who was so old, her skin was so close from releasing itself from her, and running away from her somehow, stormed into the room, and screeched, which really sounded more like a screaming goat than anything else, at the pair for being so loud. And trust me, it wasn't exactly pleasant either.

'YOU RUDDY KIDS!' she roared. 'DO YOU TWO EVEN GIVE A DAMN OF HOW HARD IT IS JUST TO LISTEN TO YOU AND YOUR RUDDY SCRAPS?! AND YOU-' she stabbed a finger in the air at Erin '-YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF. YOUR GRANDFATHER AND I WORK OUR ARSES OFF, AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING CARE OF THAT RUDDY RASCAL.' Granny Beatrix shrill booms echoed throughout the room, now having both fingers aimed at Joel and Erin, also now having woken somewhat the whole entire village.

In her brusque manner, Granny Beatrix stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her with great force, causing the floorboards to shudder slightly beneath them, leaving both Joel and Erin perplexed with confusion.

'Well, that was intense,' Joel observed while feebly fiddling with his fingers.

Erin nodded in agreement. 'Yeah... Lets just go to bed, it's getting late. Telling you bed time stories never get you to sleep.'

'I don't need no damned bed time stories, Erin. I'm sixteen. You honestly should know better. Just because I always badger on doesn't mean I can't get to bed myself.'

'Says who?' said Erin. 'And besides, Granny Beatrix insisted that I do it because it kind of helps. Although, Ol'Billy wasn't too fond of the idea...' 

'See? He gets me. That old man.'

She replied with an annoyed groan, pointedly rolled her eyes, and turned to face the direction of the opposite wall within her sheets. Thus meaning she had a strong desire, and longed for Joel to shut up, which, untimely, he did.

Sleeping that night wasn't wholly easy, for Joel kept thrusting around in his wake. The reason: not even Joel knew. After several moments of tossing and turning, Erin eventually stirred awake and threw an aged, mildewed sock at him in her wrath.

'Oi!'retorted Joel bitterly, hesitating with his vulgarity to snatch the rancid sock and aim it back at her. 'Whatcha do that for?'

'You kept on fumbling around and you WOKE ME UP.'

'Well sleep with Granny Beatrix and Ol'Billy if it bothers you that much. Go ahead, I'm not stopping you,' he said in a smart-Alec tone.

'Ugh, you know what, Joel? I'm sick of this. All of this gibberish you talk is getting straight out idiotic. Your muttonheaded ways are mindlessly foolish-'

'Muttonheaded...?'

'SHUT UP, I AM TALKING," bellowed Erin, becoming quite imitating. Joel sheepishly hung his head. Erin continued. 'So I am leaving. Yes, I am and don't look at me like that, you little scumbag. I am packing my bags, and walking straight out that door, and you're absolutely not stopping me.'

'But y-you can't. You have nowhere else to go- I think.'

'Yeah, well that's were you thought wrong. Goodbye, Joel.'