HERE FOR HER

CHAPTER 18-Wandering Alone

"Jake!"
No reply.

"Jake!"
"Ethan! Max!"
Still no reply.

"Mason! Where the hell are you all?" I yelled as I walked down the stairs. The silence in the house was so suffocating that it got me irking and thinking where they were. No sound was to be heard when I was sitting in my room. So I thought maybe I should check on them. But their rooms were empty. So I made my way downstairs.

The voice that was heard was only the light squeaks of the stairs as my foot carefully made their way down them, causing goosebumps on my arms.

I peeped into the living room but there was no sign of them.

I made my way further to the kitchen and looked around for them. But..
No one.

It was getting to my nerves now. I swear if this was some sought of a bloody prank, I would make them regret that they were even born.
But some part of me was afraid and tensed about them disappearing suddenly.

But I was ripped out of my trance when I saw a white sheet of paper lying on the kitchen counter, under a bowl. I took it out and unfolded it.
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We are out for paintballing with some other friends. And Ace is off to school.
Just take care.
Call us if you need to.
Order something if you want. But please avoid ordering pizza. You know why.
We'll be back by 6 and Ace will be with us after the school
-Ethan.
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How rude!
They could have at least asked me if I wanted to go with along with them. Now what happened to them? Weren't they THE MOST overprotective brothers in the world? And they left me alone. (Not that I mind it much.)

And as for the ordering pizza, I would definitely do that. I had no intentions before but after reading the letter, Ha...

"Shitheads." I muttered as I walked towards the refrigerator.

I looked over at the clock. It was 2:30
Maybe if I hadn't dozed off, then I would have gone with them.

But now what's the point of it? They were already gone and now I have to find something to keep myself busy and as far as I could think, there's nothing on my mind. I looked around in the living room. Gaming consoles were lying carelessly on the coffee table while the remote was on the floor as if someone accidentally dropped it but didn't gave a damn to pick it up. Empty pepsi cans also lied on the floor as a part of the room decor. I sighed to myself as I began to pick things up and keep them at their rightful places.
After the room seemed a bit tidy, my work was done.

"Now let the torture begin." I mumbled to myself as I sat on the couch.

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2 hours later

Maybe staring at the wall wasn't the most interesting thing to do.
The last hour was pure torture.
Absolutely.
After changing numerous channels about a hundred times and tapping on my phone randomly, I was still bored to death.

It made me nauseous, thinking that I had nothing to do and my stomach was churning like hell.

I stood up, stretched a bit and moved to the back of my house.
Some fresh air would work.

The green lawn are behind the marbled patio was perfectly mowed.
And the marbled patio was probably the best part of our house. This is the place where my brothers and I held our parties and get-togethers.
It was a perfect semi circle with cushions decorating it. There was a marble fire pit in the center. This place, despite the fact it was outdoors, was the warmest place of all. Silly and cute memories were made here. I was really happy and grateful to our parents for having the creativity to have it here.