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Tug of War

By SuperWriter

Copyright 2018 by SuperWriter

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As quietly as possible, Alexandra unlocked the front door of her house and closed it. Inside, her eyes danced around the dimly lit living room out in front and the kitchen to the far right. She breathed a sigh of relief that her parents were nowhere in sight and crept on her toes towards the stairs in the left corner of the house.

Halfway there, however, her mother emerged from the kitchen. “Alexandra Horton, is that you I hear trying to sneak back into my home at all hours of the night?”

The two females resembled, both having dark brown hair, though her mother’s was up in a messy bun as usual, and hers flowed freely to the small of her back. She also had her father’s freckles and green eyes and was on the shorter side like him.

“Shit…” The younger girl muttered under her breath and went over to meet her. “It’s not all hours of the night, Mom...” She checked her smartphone. “It’s literally twenty minutes passed twelve.”

“And that means more than an entire hour since your curfew.” Mom glanced at her phone. “I called you several times, Alex. Why didn’t you answer?”

“It’s true. I watched her do it all seventeen times.” David, her brother commented with a smirk watching the whole scene as he leaned back on the sink counter, a muffin in his hand. “You really shouldn’t make us worry like that, Sis.” He was lean and had shaggy hair that he kept reminding himself to cut; peach fuzz was on his chin and his eyes were blue like his mother.

“Oh my god, shut up.” She glared at him. “You’re so annoying...”

“Do you know what happens after midnight? Nothing good. I don’t want to see your face on a milk carton.” The woman went on.

“I am fucking eighteen-years-old.” Alexandra raised her voice in frustration. “And no one puts missing kids' facing on milk anymore, this isn’t the eighties.”

“Excuse me? The last time I checked, I was your mother. You will not speak to me that way.” She crossed her arms getting more serious.

“Yeah. You should totally wash her mouth out with soap, Mom. That’ll teach her and her sailor-like ways.” David took a bite of his muffin.

“You’re not funny, asshole!” His younger sister picked up one of the pillows from the nearby couch and hurled it to him in the shoulder.

“Abuse, abuse!” He grabbed the area.

“Stop it, Alex.” Their parent stepped forward.

“Then tell him to shut up!” She jabbed a finger at him.

“I cannot deal with this right now.” Mom sighed out loud. “You’re grounded for the next week.”

Her daughter’s face flushed. “B-But what about the Dustin Leiber concert? It’s this weekend!”

“You should’ve thought about that before, young lady.”

“This is such freakin' crap!” Alex balled her hands into fists.

“You wanna be grounded until you have disrespectful children of your own? Just keep talking like that.”

“I don’t think she’s bluffing, Alex. I’d gracefully make my exit now if I were you.” The lone male in the room commented.

Alex glared at him for a bit before storming towards the stairs.

“Where did we go wrong with her, Sharon?” David shook his head, looking at his mother. “It seems just yesterday she was but a tyke frolicking in our tomato garden.”

“You’re not funny.” She turned to frown at him. “And that better not be the last muffin.”

All he could do with smile with his mouth full. The next day at their college, he was on his way to the next class and came upon Alexandra and her boyfriend, Jeremy, facing each other in the courtyard to the side. Getting a little curious, he stopped to listen.

“My friend said she saw you kissing Lindsey Jones at her party last week…” The long-haired girl shifted uncomfortably, looking at the ground. “That’s totally not true, right?” She timidly made eye contact once more.

The smooth-faced jock smiled. “What does it matter?”


“Listen, babe. You’re pretty but lets face it, I’m out of your league. You should just be happy to be dating one of the popular guys on campus.” He held his muscled arms out.

A wounded expression covered her face. “How could you say something like that…?”

“If you didn’t want answers then you shouldn’t have gone digging.”

Water welled up in her eyes as she twirled away and ran – heading straight into David. He didn’t react fast enough to her abrupt approach, causing a mini collision.

“Of course you’re here…” His sister wiped a tear and glared at him when she realized the situation. “Go head and make your fucking jokes. I bet you’re dying to let a few off.”

“I…” Instead, he didn’t know what to say, staring into her hurt face.

She sniffled a few seconds later, giving a confused look and bumped him as she fled pass.

“Even I’m not that big of an asshole…” David rubbed the back of his head as he watched her hurriedly leave the area. The event played in his mind for the rest of the day, forcing him to go up to her room later on in the night. “It’s the police, open up.” He knocked.

“Leave me alone, David.” Her tearful voice weakly called out from within.

“I’m coming in.” He opened the door to see her sitting on the edge of her bed in the back of the room.

“What the fuck? Are you deaf or just dumb?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she jumped up. “You know what, I already know the answer – both.”

“Ow. Even I have feelings, Alex.” He pretended to be hurt, putting a hand on his chest.

The eighteen-year-old's mouth opened in surprise. “S-Sorry…” She sat back down with an apologetic expression. “But I’m not really not in the mood for your games right now.”

“I figured you weren’t after what happened earlier today.” David made his way to sit at her desk to the left side, spinning the chair to her before sitting. “Are you alright?”

She looked to the left and right, then him. “Am I being Punk'd? Where are the cameras?”

“Ha-Ha.” He rolled his eyes. “I know we haven’t exactly seen eye-to-eye for a while now, but believe it or not, I do give a shit about you.”

“Eye-to-eye? More like tug of war…” She put on a wry smile. “But… thanks, David.”

“No sweat.” He shrugged. “And you really don’t need to be that upset anyway. That guy was a total idiot – knew he would pull some shit like that from the start. “

“You did…? How?” Alexandra leaned forward in interest.

“I’ve seen plenty of douches like that in my time.”

“You’re only a year and some change older than me.” She frowned.

He put a hand to his chin thinking and grinned. “That one year is essential, Sis. It might as well be counted as ten.”

“What are you, a dog?” She laughed. “But… Jeremy may have had a point in saying how lucky I was to be dating him at all in the first place…” She shook her head with a sad smile. “Even though it burns my soul to admit that, he is the quarterback of the football team.”

“That’s BS. You’re easily one of the prettiest girls at Fakeazzshit College, hands down. No debating.”

She rolled her eyes, smiling skeptically. “Whatever.”

“Seriously… there are even times where… I, uh, gotta remind myself that you’re my own sister.” The nineteen-year-old cleared his throat and watched her for a reaction.

“W-What?” She sat up straighter, her eyes widening.

“That was totally weird, right? Totally weird! I don’t know why the hell I said that.” He laughed way too loud.

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