Carrie.
I look at Carrie while tensions in this room rise by the second.
She is on the verge of tears.
"Carrie, go to your room please." I say carefully.
She nods her head and moves quickly.
"Carrie, come back." Kane says to her and she looks at me while she walks.
I shake my head no indicating to just keep going and she does.
I just hope she doesn't look back.
"Who made you man of the house?" He said smiling, acting as if he were proud and happy to see me like I am.
"You did actually."
I look at my mom who's looking at the floor.
I wonder if she's looking at the colors of the carpet or maybe even the stains there too.
I wonder if she thinks the words is about to unfold right here in our living room.
I do.
YOU ARE READING
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Short StoryShe's been blind since birth, bitter since 13, and scared since she was 6. It's amazing what you can remember when you can't see. But then again, some things you would rather want not see anyways. Mature themes. Read at your own risk. BOOK ONE OF '...
