Duck In The Battlefield

Caught Red Handed- Updated

Chapter 2

"Oops," I replied, flashing him the sweetest most innocent smile I could.

Unfortunately it wasn't so convincing since I started laughing. I couldn't help it, he turned from mom into a dad in just one stance.

"Duck," Mike said lowly. I hated when he said my name so sternly like that. I couldn't help but flinch as if he had thrown something at me. "There better be a good explanation as to why a sixteen year old would come home so late and look the way you do." After Mike said what he needed too, he stayed quiet and stood there unamused.

"Don't laugh," I said thinking of the best lie I could tell. After all the best lies are the ones that hold some truth. So it wasn't fake when my cheeks flared in embarrassment.

Mike nodded his head, telling me to continue. But I didn't say anything until he looked more understanding and relaxed.

"Well, I was running andIranintoareesestreetpost," I mumbled the last part as quickly as I could.

It wasn't a complete lie... I hadn't been paying attention when I saw my target leaving school and a street light came out of nowhere. It must have been recently built, I lied to myself.

"You what?" He asked confused. He even tilted his head causing his honey brown hair to fall just over his eyes. He for some reason reminded me of a puppy.

"I ran into a light post," I said squeezing my eyes shut in humiliation. I expected him to laugh but when I heard nothing but silence I slowly opened my eyes. Only to find out that I was alone.

Out of nowhere there was a booming laughter and it scared me so much that I jumped where I was standing and almost fell over. As soon as I registered what was happening I angrily charged down the hall into the door at the right; Mike's evil lair of a room.

"Don't be a jerk!" I yell swinging Mike's bedroom door open.

He laid strewn across his bed, his his face buried into his pillow.I grabbed the closest thing I could find near me. I ran and jumped on his bed. Whacking him with the object I had in my hand. He continued laughing and it made me even angrier. He kept laughing harder and I kept hitting him harder... it was like an endless cycle.

"Ow. Duck stop... please," Mike laughed. His face turned red from the pain and laughter. I got in about five more hits until Mike had enough. He grabbed my wrist and surprisingly tossed me on the bed and jumped out of it in the same time. I landed awkwardly on the bed and glared at Mike who stood at the doorway. He stood there shielding only his face with a pillow.

" Oh no what am I going to do, you're so untouchable with that pillow." I rolled my eyes as Mike pouted at me.

"Anything can be a deadly weapon," Mike replied making karate noises as he waved the pillow rhythmically in the air.

I opened my mouth to call him stupid but was instantly shut up. Mike threw the pillow and it landed directly on my face. "What the hell was that for?" I asked while literally growling... It's like I was genetically made to be an animal sometimes.

"That's for beating me, you know I can report you for child abuse," Mike said wrapping his arms around his body dramatically.

I swear one day my eyes are going to get stuck at the top of my head because of all the times I roll my eyes at my brother. "It's not child abuse if , one you're my guardian. And two, if you're twenty-three. Besides I only beat you because you were laughing at me." I said and pouted.