Crimson hatred (davekat davejohn rosemary johnkat)

sisters

"Izzi, for the thousandth time-"

"I know, you don't have to repeat yourself again."

"At least sit down. And put your seatbelt on for fuck's sake."  Bro grips the steering wheel tighter, hands tensing inside of his fingerless gloves. He seemed just as jumpy as you were.

There was a thick heavy cloud of drowsiness over the town today, fog snaking it's way through the streets.

You slumped your head against the chilling glass of the car, watching the droplets of water race their way down the window as you sat shotgun, trying to get comfortable in the leather seat.Your eyes shut as you heard the sounds of the dense drops of rain hit the roof of your sibling's ride.

Thud thud pit pat thut

"How's the smaller one? Any good?"

pit pit pat thud thwack

"You mean Rose? Yeah, she's fine. Nice."

Thud thud thwack pit pat

"Good to hear. You two friends yet?"

"I.. I think so?" You took a moment to think. To be honest you never really thought about the question if Rose considered you a friend in the first place. It's only been about a good two weeks.

Two unorganized, awkward, and challenging weeks.

"Good." The area Bro was in wasn't very different than the neighborhood you now lived in, trees surrounding the sides of the roads, giving the pallet of the scenery many shades of green. The number of houses slowly thinned until there were one or two every two to three minutes, as if the forest was swallowing them into their maze.

"You sure you got the right address?"

"Of course."

"How can you be sure? This seems pretty far out-"

"Because we're here."

The car slammed to a stop, making you thankful you had taken Bro's safety precaution to save you from flying forward and getting thrown into the windshield. You get anxious in the car with Bro driving, because he isn't the smoothest in front of the wheel.

He told you once the only reason he got a car was because 'how else was he going to raise you'. The reason that that was brought up is something you don't like to think about.

After having a moment to regain yourself, you look over at Bro, but he's already halfway out of the car, flinging his door open and leaning down so he doesn't hit his head on the way out.

Your hands fumble to open the door and unbuckle your seatbelt.(even though you had just nearly got it on) Struggling to find your footing in the gravel driveway, Bro looks over his shoulder at you. You don't take the time to see if he was being sarcastic or this 'formal dinner' was getting to his head.

"Hurry it up will you?"

"Trying." Fucking rain. You sprint--nearly slipping in the process-- and catch up with him. You jam your hands into your pockets, looking down so your shades don't get all wet and smeary from the drizzle.

Rose's house was the biggest one you've seen in this town so far, looking more like a science-fiction castle than a house. You nearly broke your neck trying to see it all. The white outer walls went as high as the trees, the  little towers along them looked like little escapes in the forest of leaves and pine needles in the tips of timber.

Of course, this description comes from a kid who's lived in slightly variating cramped and stuffy apartments all their life. Rose never said she was rich. But now that you think about it, she's not really the type person who would flaunt something like that.