Juliana

18. Freedom

          I woke up from being fast to sleep to a lot of banging downstairs. I squinted at my alarm clock to see it was three in the morning.

What the hell? I thought to myself.

Bang... clash... thump... bang... clang... bang... thump... thump... The loud noises picked back up again.

My eyebrows furrowed. What was going on down there? I threw the covers off of me and untangled myself from the sheets. The hardwood floor was freezing on my feet and so was the air on my bare chest. I snatched my phone off my dresser.

I grabbed my baseball bat off my wall and walked downstairs. Whoever was in my house at this ungodly hour was about to get their ass kicked. I knew that much for sure.

"Robbie!" I nearly swung the bat at the sound of Kylie's voice.

"Kylie?" It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. I flicked on the light switch in the kitchen. "What the hell are you doing in my house at three in the freaking morning?"

She looked like a suspect that had just been caught red-handed.

"Kylie!" I raised my voice. "Answer me! Why are in my house in the middle of the night?"

"Well... I... uh... I uhm.. well... my plane just ya know got in, and I thought I'd uhm... uh.. er... surprise you with some...well... ya know... breakfast in uh.. your bed.... In like the morning hours. Where are your eggs by the way?"

"No." I said, firmly. "You are not doing that. Only my mom and wife, whenever I marry her, can make me breakfast in bed." I sat my baseball bat down on the counter.

"But.... But... what are you talking about? We're... we're... married!"

"Uh... no Kylie... we ain't. You are so delusional..."

"We're getting married then, right?"

"Hell no! That is never happening. You are mental."

"What's going on?" Sam said walking in, barely awake. His hair was a disheveled mess. He plopped down in one of the kitchen chairs.

"Well, what's it look like?"

"Uhm." He yawned and scratched the back of his head. "You and Kylie look like you're sneaking around, getting ready to you know... do... what only married people are supposed to do..."

"That's a disgusting thought, Sam."

"Just sayin' that you might want to consider putting a shirt on Robbie before either Mom or Dad catch you two. You won't look quite as guilty if you're both uhm fully clothed..."

I looked back over at Kylie, only to see her in the process of taking her tank top off. My hand shot up to my face and covered my eyes, instinctively, before I saw something that I wasn't supposed to see.

Then I remembered my little bubby. "Sam! Close your eyes!"

Hopefully, Sam had covered his eyes too if he knew what was good for him. I sat there with my hands over my eyes just begging for Kylie to put her top back on.

"Holy crap!" Tyla shrieked. I guessed my little sis had seen Kylie. "What is going on?"

"Not what you think." I said hurriedly, completely embarrassed.