After a few hours, both the sisters had fallen asleep. But the lights to their room switched on instantly waking Miranda startled,"Hey, sweetie." Cynthia ran to her. "Its me, its just me." she cooed. "Mom, Whats wrong? Is everything alright?" Miranda jumped out of bed and went past her mom looking down the stairs, almost expecting burglars. She was very brave and very protective over her girls that way.
"Are you sick?" she went back to her mother checking her for a fever. "Randy, sweet heart." Cynthia teared up at her daughter, for all that tough exterior she could be so transparent. "Does something hurt, we can go to the clinic. I can drive, I'll take Jules in the morning. Lets go." she began to take her wrist but Cynthia hugged her so tight, "Mom! tell me what's happening you're scaring the shit out of me!" she was going to cry now.
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WET
Short StoryCuriosity can be a cruel thing. Wet, is the story of any one who has ever been told to do something. Anything. Julia and Miranda were given one rule and with good reason. It is also the story of every parent who tries to shelter their child, Cynthia...
