"What are you doing?" A familiar deep voice woke me up. I looked at the clock next to my brothers bed. 3am? "Hey..." It said again. I looked at the doorway. It was my brother. I couldn't believe he was here.
"Edwin?" I asked my eyes still adjusting to the light.
"Yeah, what are you doing in my room?" He asked sternly. He was the same Edwin that Left nine months ago. The same black hair light brown eyes six foot jerk hadn't changed a bit. Except his head was shaved. I hated how it looked on him.
"What are you doing home?" I asked.
"Don't play that card. I know what you did. They should've kept you in jail."
"I didn't kill the girl." I said.
"Sure, you didn't." He said. Then everything went black and I heard someone calling my name loudly.
"Elizabeth! ELIZABETH!" I felt myself fall onto the floor and actually wake up this time. It was a dream. I was dreaming. I stood up and realized Edwin was actually home and he pushed me off his bed.
"You jerk!" I yelled.
"Shush, mom's asleep." He said putting his finger to his lips.
"Since when do you care about other people?" I asked turning on the lamp on the desk next to his bed.
"I'm different now." He had a serious face.
"Yeah, says the guy that just pushed me off the bed."
"My bed." He said.
I sighed and adjusted his shirt I was wearing. Then I looked at the clock. It was was 2:30am. "Hey, is that my shirt?" He asked.
"Uhm, no..." I said with my voice getting high.
"Pfft, I can tell when you're lying." He said. "This room is exactly the way I left it."
"Yeah. Dude, I can't believe you're actually here." I said.
"Yeah, I heard about what happened." He didn't look at my face when he said this. He looked down. His army backpack was sitting at his computer desk and his bag with all his army clothes was on the floor. I sat down on his bed next to him. I had so many questions to ask. "It's probably really hard for you. With the police outside the house all the time and all."
"The police are outside our house?" I asked.
"Yeah. Chase threatened you." He said. "You can't just be home all day unprotected. What if you're home alone one day and someone breaks in."
"Why do you care?" I asked sadly.
"You're my little sister." He frowned. "And I told you I've changed."
"What's it like there?" I asked pointing at logo on his army pants changing the subject.
"It's...well...I can't explain it." He said with a neutral face. I've heard that the military/army changed people but I never actually believed it.
"Hard?" I asked.
"Kind of." He said.
"It's ok if you don't want to talk about it yet." I said. "I know the feeling."
"I know." He smiled at me. Never in a million years have I ever dreamed my brother and I having a decent conversation. "Do you sleep in my room and wear my clothes often? I always thought you were gay." He said smirking.
"I am not gay!" I yelled and smacked his face with the pillow. "I only wear your t-shirts when I'm having a hard time."
"Whatever you say, tomboy." He said and I rolled my eyes at him.
"How long are you staying?" I asked.
"Till I get called back." He said. "Why? Eager for me to leave already? Awwww have I annoyed the little girl too much?"
"No, you fucker." I said. And when will that be? I'm just curious."
"Could be tomorrow. Could be weeks from now."
"Wait did you sign up for the military or army?"
He took a while to respond. "Army." I stared at him wide eyes in shock.
"Army?!" I asked yelling.
"Yeah. Lower your voice you cunt." He said. "Only for two years."
"You've only been nine months in." I said. "And Don't you dare call me that again."
"Why do you care? We always hated each other anyways."
"Stop it." I said. "It doesn't change the fact that you're my brother. I actually missed you. You never call."
"Did you expect me to?" He asked.
"I guess not."
"But if you were so concerned why didn't you call?" He asked.
"Because I thought you still hated me, obviously." I said.
"I guess we've both changed in nine months." He said.
"Yeah." I replied. "Is dad up?"
"Actually, he went on that fishing trip."
"Oh yeah. I remember when you and dad would go on fishing trips and bring back fish." I smiled.
"Yeah, and then mom would cook the fish and when we'd have dinner I hid the eyeballs in your drink."
"EWWWWW! I remember that!" I shrieked. "Ugh, you're fucking gross." I said pushing his arm. He was laughing so hard.
"It was only one time." He said.
"So?" I asked. "It's still disgusting. Thank The Lord I only took a sip of that fruit punch." He laughed and laughed. "It's not funny." I said with a serious tone. "Fish are dirty and have cooties!"
He kept laughing. "Now I remember why I always played pranks on you in the first place." I rolled my eyes at him.
"You're adorable when you're angry." He teased.
"You're the most annoyingest creature that ever lived."
"You're still the same Elizabeth." He said. "I see you've grown a centimeter." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm five foot two inches." I said.
"That's really short for a seventeen year old." He said. "I could stay here chatting with you for ages but I kinda just wanna sleep right now so do you mind?" He asked shooing me out.
"I hope you have nightmares about fish eating you alive." I said as I left his room and went to sleep in mine. He had no right making fun of my height. Isn't he too tall for an eighteen year old? Six foot bastard.
