Trapped [Complete]

Chapter 2

 

Rachel left for school early the next Monday and Paisley headed to her art studio, leaving me at home alone to read. I am most definitely not complaining. Don’t get me wrong, I love the both of them, but sitting in silence to let me think.... it’s not exactly an option. If it was just Rachel or just Paisley, we could sit quietly and read but with the both of them we couldn’t.

I’m sitting on my bed, leaning on the headboard with my feet propped up on some blankets. I finally was able to get comfortable and open my book when my phone begins to play Mumford and Sons. I roll my eyes and sigh, reluctantly pressing answer.

“Hullo?” I answer, closing the book carefully and setting it on the bed next to me.

My brother’s happy voice sounded across the phone, “Hey poppet!”

“Hey Alex,” I reply, smiling. His voice just made me happier. Almost three years ago, when he turned twenty-one, he moved from Indiana to Georgia. He comes to visit all the time, thank God, but I still miss him.

I’ve always had a great relationship with my family. The only reason I moved out of the house a year ago, a few weeks after I turned nineteen, was because I wanted to live in Lafayette with Rachel and Paisley. My job has been pretty secure for the past few years so I wasn’t super worried about not being able to pay my third of the rent.

“How has my little poppet been?”

Alex has been calling me poppet since he found out the meaning. It’s an informal british way to say an endearingly sweet or pretty child or young girl. It’s been a few years and I’ve loved it the entire time.

“I’ve been fantastic!” I reply cheerily, “read more books than I can count.”

He chuckles, “That’s our little Sienna, nerdy as usual.”

Alex and I are like polar opposites, so it’s always confused everyone how we get along so well. Alex was the jock, always playing sports in high school. He got the scholarship to some school in Georgia because of his football skills and the only books he’s ever read are the school mandated ones and the Percy Jackson series that I didn’t give him an option to not read. Nevertheless, Alex is one of my best friends and I wouldn’t wish for anyone else to be my brother.

I mock gasp, “I am not nerdy Alexander Luke! Just because I don’t play all the sports doesn’t make me a nerd.”

“In my eyes it does,” he replies and I can practically hear him smiling.

I roll my eyes, “ah, yes, but you’re strange.”  I pause for a moment and then begin to protest, “now wait a second, I run. It’s thing.”

A short laugh escapes his lips, “It’s a thing, but not a sport.” His name is shouted loudly in the background and he tells me he's gotta go.

“Okay, love ya!”

“Love you, too, poppet!”

I smile as I hang up. It’s been too long since I’ve seen Alex. I put it on my checklist to spend a weekend up in Georgia. I pick up the book again and begin to read when I hear a slight scratching at my door. I sigh and wait for it to stop. Two minutes later, it still hasn’t stopped and I figure I should probably get up and help the poor dog.

A few days ago Rachel, Paisley and I went to the rescue shelter and got a puppy. It’s a cute little Pomsky, a mix between a Pomeranian and a Husky. Tonight, after they get home we’re going to have a house meeting (including Spencer) to figure out the name of the puppy. For the meantime I’ve been calling him Coco.