You woke up on the couch. Bryson still wasn't there. You walked upstairs to the room, brushed your teeth, and got dressed:
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*Yes, you are wearing your brothers clothes*
You walked back downstairs, and sat on the couch. Bryson walked through the door. "Hey,"Bryson said as he sat his keys on the counter. "Where were you last night?" You asked. "Why in the world are you wearing my clothes?" Bryson asked.
"I'll answer your question, when you answer mine,"You said. Bryson laughed. "I was out all night with Dylan, he got drunk, and I drove him home,"Bryson said, "Now answer my question."
"It looks better on me,"You said, "I can rock it." Bryson laughed. "Fine,"Bryson said, "You can wear it." "What are we doing today?" You asked.
"I can take you around the city,"Bryson said, "Since you've never been here." "Fine,"You said. You grabbed your phone, and texted Tyler.
You: Hi love, what are you doing? Babe: Nothing, what about you? You: About to drive around the city with Bryson. Babe: Ok, be careful. I love you. You: I love you too. Babe: I can't for you to get back. You: Stop that right now mister! Babe: I'll see you when you get back. You: Be lucky I love you. Babe: Alright😉.
You put your phone back in your pocket. "Ready?" Bryson asked. You nodded, and you both got in the car. Bryson drove around the city, and you took multiple pictures.
You got back to the house at 5:00 pm. You started changing, when Bryson knocked on the door. "Yeah?" You asked. "When you get done, come back downstairs,"Bryson said, "We need to talk."
"Okay,"You said. You got dressed, and walked downstairs. You sat next to your brother. "What's wrong?" You asked. Bryson held your arm. "What is that?" Bryson asked.
"...Jalyn did it, he put a tracker inside of my arm, so that I couldn't get away from him,"You said. Bryson looked at you.
"You may be my little sister Y/n, but this is crazy!" Bryson yelled, "Why the hell would you let this nigga do this to you!?" "I was knocked out for two hours Bubba!" You yelled, "So I couldn't feel or see anything being done to me!"
"Pack your things,"Bryson said, "We're going back home." You packed your things, and put them in the car. Bryson got in the car, and drove back home. Which took 40 hours(5 days).
You got out of the car, and walked inside of your house. You put your things away, and your suitcase. "Y/n!" Bryson yelled, "Get your ass down these stairs!"
You grabbed your phone, and walked downstairs. "What?" You asked. "Give me your arm,"Bryson said. You gave your arm to your brother. Bryson pulled out a small pocket knife.
"Bryson, don't do that!" You yelled. "Why not?" Bryson asked. "If you remove the tracker...,"You said. "What'll happen?" Bryson asked. "If you remove the tracker,"You said, "Then I'll die."
