3 Stepbrothers

Thanksgiving

Tori's POV
Suzie hopped towards her bed while using my arm for support. According to dad the doctor had said it wasn't that bad of a sprain and she only needed to wear a brace on her ankle but to be safe it would be better not to put pressure on her foot. So Suzie had laid her crutches on the ground beside her bed and I helped her get under the covers placing the fluffy blanket over her. "Better?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah. I'm sorry for scaring you."

I smiled a little and sat next to her. She had tripped when she was running down the stairs, lost her balance and landed on her foot in an awkward position. "I think you gave Macy a heart attack." I said with a small laugh.

Suzie smiled, "Not as bad as Trent. He thought it was Macy that scremed."

"It's ironic," I told her, "Dad usually wants me to stay with you so you don't hurt yourself. Guess I failed, huh?"

Suzie giggled before snuggling into the pillow below her head. She yawned pulling her blanket closer, "Nah it was my fault."

"Did it hurt a lot?" I had once sprained my wrist, I knew moving it at a certain position would hurt more than just keeping it still. But if it started swelling I'd literally have to keep it as still as the water. If I just moved slightly and it caused a ripple, it'd feel like a sharp pain to my head.

Sue shrugged, "Only if I moved my foot."

I nodded and kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep. You had a fun day."

She fell asleep shorty afterwards so I walked out of her room and headed towards mine. The lights were turned on in the hall since there was no sun outside. It had gotten dark about two hours ago and everyone was in their rooms, relaxing I assume.  When I came into my room I headed to my closet and grabbed some sweat pants with a sweat shirt. I didn't feel the need to turn the lights on so I changed in the dark and threw my dirty clothes to a corner in the closet. I crawled under the covers of my bed and tried falling asleep but failing to do so.

If they had just let me explain what had happened withTrent. I thought to myself. At the same time though, I didn't feel like it was the right thing to tell them. Maybe if I told Cole first, he'd understand. He'd help me. I knew in couldn't tell Blake, there was no way I could tell him. And Shawn? He'd probably kill me if I told him I had a conversation with Trent. I had wanted to tell them but I had no chance before Blake had dragged them away leaving me in the room unsure what to do.

It felt like hours of thinking but when I turned to my clock I realized only one, slow, dreadful hour had passed. I still couldn't find myself to sleep. The whole house was quiet, a mouse would be heard if it walked by in the hall. The silence was suffocating though. There was no wind outside, no shaking trees or falling leaves. It felt like the world stood still.

I turned to my side and watched the digital clock on my desk next to my bed. The colon between the numbers kept blinking red. At every minute the number would change. But I kept my eyes on the colon until I felt myself slowly drifting to sleep. My eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and my eyes felt like they were stinging from exhaustion. So I shut my eyes and felt myself drifting off.

It wasn't a deep sleep. If it had been I wouldn't have been awoken so easily. In the silence of the night I heard a small creak of a door outside in the hallway. Then someone trying to stay quiet as they tip-toed in the hall. I checked my clock and it read: 3:09 a.m. It was too early for someone to be up, so I placed my head back on my pillow and tried falling asleep again.

There was a knock on my door. A light tap before someone opened it. "Tori." The person whispered. Even their whisper sounded like a shout. I looked up but only saw a figure, a shadow who's face I couldn't make out. "It's Shawn."