I Am Trouble

6~ Voices

"Wake up, Blair..."

"We've got some stuff to do today..."

"Alright, wake the hell up!" A feminine voice continued on, just as I woke up.

Lynne...

"I'm up. I'm up..." I trailed off, sounding like I was practically half dead.

"Good." She stated just as I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight streaming into my room.

Too bright...

I groaned as I sat up and glanced to my left-where Lynne was sitting.

She had slept over last night, after the mall. So did her parents and Myles.

Whenever they all sleep over, me and Lynne sleep in my room. Myles and Dylan sleep in Dylan's room. My mother and Aunt Lilli sleep in my parents room. Then, the two men sleep in the game room-or the living room.

Last night they had slept in the game room.

I grabbed my phone from my bed side table and began going through my Snapchat. Normally, I'll watch stories to people I'm subscribed to, or even some of my friends' stories. It all depends on what there is.

As I was going through some of my friends' stories, I could faintly hear loud talking from downstairs.

But there was a lot of voices.

Feeling... investigaty-I chose to investigate.

"I'll be back in a minute." I assured Lynne as I stood up off of my bed.

She mumbled her answer, which was probably just an 'okay'. And I walked to my door.

The voices had gotten louder as I walked out of my bedroom. Male and female voices-to be more clear.

My legs lead me through the game room-Uncle Noah and my dad were no longer in there.

Once I had reached the top of the stair case, I could hear the talking even better. Uncle Darren's voice.

I walked down, step by step. But I immediately stopped when I could hear them perfectly.

"I'm not going to risk the lives of my kids, Dar. What are we going to do?" Aunt Lilli's voice asked.

"I don't want my kids to get hurt either, the safest option is to move somewhere-," Uncle Darren tried to say, but Uncle Noah had cut them off,

"I am not moving away from Michigan just because they're back. We survived the first round, now it's round two."

"This isn't some game, Noah. We're talking about the safety of our kids, here." My dads voice said.

I didn't dare move an inch, in case the stairs made a sound.

The safety of us?

"You think this is a game to me?" My Uncle asks threateningly.

"Enough! We don't want the kids to hear." Uncle Darren interrupted.

What is going on? The safety of us? Who's back? Why would this be a game...

"Darren," my father started,

"I met eyes with Kaleb. The Kaleb Coleman."

Coleman...

"So he knows you're here, too?" Uncle Darren questioned.

"Yup. And he knows that we have kids, and that we're all still together." My dad replied.

"Wait, he had a kid with him, too." My mother stated.