• Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? •
• I let him climb inside my body and held him captive with my kiss •
• You taught me why hurricanes are named after people •
They meet at a motel, and they're together ever since. She isn't sure...
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"Seth!" Mom's voice carries up through the floorboards, "Seth! Are you up? Seth!"
He is now.
What does a guy have to do to get a few hours sleep around here? It's not like he's needed anywhere specific. He finished his patrol an hour and a half ago, and was, very blatantly, promised at least six hours sleep. They gave him the night shift, again, despite the fact he's asked for a day one.
You have to go to school, Sam says. Your education is important, Emily says.
Bullshit. When was the last time he went to school? They don't care about his education, they just don't want to take the night shift themselves. Better to make him and Leah do it, right? Scapegoats.
He's so sick of being the scapegoat for everything. Just because he's the youngest, just because he's Leah's brother — as if it's something to be ashamed of. Get stuck with the shitty jobs because his sister's bitter.
Well, maybe someone should stop to think about why she's so bitter.
He's got a one word answer for that: Sam.
"Seth! Seth Sam's here to see you!"
Speak of the devil and he shall come, ay?
With a groan of frustration, he throws his covers off. Pushing himself up from the bed, he grabs a pair of short from the dresser and shoves them on. He leaves his room, going to walk to the stairs.
Until he comes to Leah's door.
He sighs, feeling a sense of pity for his sister (but Christ almighty don't tell her that, she'd have his head on a stick). His hand comes up, knocks on the door, and he waits for her response.
"What is it?"
He leans his head against the door, and drop his voice down to a whisper so that Sam won't hear it downstairs.
"Sam's here," Seth warns her, "I'll tell them you're sleeping, so don't make too much noise."
Leah sighs, and for a moment he thinks she won't reply, but then her soft voice varies through the door, the one she only uses when she talks to him, "Thanks Seth," she says, "You're the best little brother a girl could have."
He doesn't say anything else, what else is there to say? He hops on his way down the stairs with a reluctant sigh and follows the sounds of his mother's chatter into the kitchen. Seth is not looking forward to whatever this conversation is going to be about. It can't be anything good, after all, it's Sam.
Seth wants to punch him so bad.
"Seth, honey!" Mom grins as he enters the room, her eyes a lot less stressed than they would have been a few months ago. As much as he hates to say it, Charlie has been good for her — especially after his Dad...
