Briiiinnnnngggggg

The annoying ringing of my cell phone distracts me from my typing. Heaving a sigh, I lean back in my chair and bring the phone to my ear, after accepting the call.

"Hello?" I ask, too tired to check the caller ID.

"Kenny!" the jubilant voice of my baby sister answers.

Dammit. Why didn't I check the ID before I answered.

"What do you want Lottie?" Knowing Charlotte, she only calls me during work when she needs something.

"Ha, funny you ask actually, -" she starts, chuckling nervously.

"Its not funny, actually," I interrupt, sighing, "I'm busy working Charlotte. Is this important?"

"Okay, okay. I got into a fight with Joseph," she sighs.

I'm not surprised. Her and our step-father, Joseph, have never really gotten along. Unlike her, I was able to move out. But, he makes our mother happy so we put up with him.

"So, what? You want a break from him?"

"Please?" she pleads, I can practically see her falling to her knees as she begs, "Just one night. I'm going mad, you won't even know I'm there."

"Fine," I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Just don't be loud. I have had a rough day and I still have work to do at home. Okay?"

"Yes, of course. Quiet as a mouse,  I get it."

"Okay, I gotta go," I say, hearing my boss down the corridor.

That man is loud.

"Wait! I need you to pick me up when you're done, I don't have a car. Remember?"

"Okay, yes, I will. Alright, I really have to go now," I reply hurriedly.

"Okay, by-"

I end the call and quickly sit up in my chair, hiding my phone in my desk drawer. Just in time, as my office door swings open, revealing my scowling boss.

I smile sweetly, my fingers hovering over my keyboard. He would skin me alive if he knew I was on the phone to my sister after being late as well.

"Sir?"

"You have a photo shoot on Saturday," he grunts, eyeing the room suspiciously, "A business man. So don't be late for that, as well," he sneers at me.

"Yes, sir," I reply curtly, trying my best to keep the sarcastic tone out my voice.

Don't need another reason to be murdered.

"Anything else, sir?" I ask when I notice him still looming in my doorway.

He grunts and turns away, slamming the door behind him on his way out. Jeez dude, no need to tear it off it's hinges. What did my door ever do to you?

I let out a relieved sigh and hunker down, preparing my self for at least two more hours of typing.

My poor little fingers.

***

It's finally 16:30. Time to go home, at last. I wasn't even here for the full day. Well, to be honest it felt longer since Jerry was laying on the work as punishment for being late.

I pack up my laptop in its bag and stuff all my unfinished paper work into my satchel. Which is a lot, just saying. Hefting both bags onto my shoulders, I switch off all my office lights as I exit. I lock the door and make my way to the elevator. My white pumps clacking as I step into the elevator and ride it to the underground parking.

The dull buzzing of the lights accompanies me to my car. A Mercedes Benz A-Class. Pearl White. I pop open the trunk with my remote and unload my bags into the spacious trunk. Then I slip into the drivers seat and start the car.

As I'm reversing out my parking space, I remember that I have to stop by my parent's house to pick up my teenage sister. I inwardly groan, just wanting to go home and sleep. I can't though, I have to pick up my sibling and then finish my paper work, before I can even think about sleep.

With resignation, I turn in the direction of their house. I turn on the radio, but change almost immediately to my latest Fall Out Boy album. What can I say, F.O.B is my jam. Letting the music wash over me, I relax my tense body and mind.

I'm humming lightly to Immortals when I pull up beside my mother's white pocket fence. Their two story all-American house blending perfectly into the neat neighborhood. I press down on the horn, alerting the residents of my presence.

"Coming!" I hear just as something comes hurtling out the front door towards my car.

It takes me a second to recognize Charlotte charging towards me down the garden path, her golden locks streaming behind her like a banner. She smiles brightly at me, flashing her dimples at me as she stumbles into the backseat, her bag landing on the seat beside her.

"Hey, Kenny!" she chirps in greeting, her face bubbling with joy.

"Hey, Lottie," I smile, "Ready to go."

"Totally," she's buzzing.

I honestly don't know how she harbours so much energy.

"You got everything," I tease, eyeing her ready-to-burst bag.

"Yes, Kenzie," she retorts, rolling her blue eyes.

"Okay," I say,  turning back to face the front, putting the car into gear.

I'm about to pull out into the street, when I notice my mom walking down the path, Joseph standing at the door behind her. I lower my window just as she arrives beside me.

"Hey, mom," I greet, smiling warmly at her.

"Kenzaylia," she grins, "How has my eldest been."

"Mooomuh," I groan at her, "Kenzie is just fine. I've been good though. Work is keeping me busy, but it's fine. And you?"

She never calls me anything but Kenzaylia.

"Why, it's what I named you at birth, so it is what I'll call you," she smirks knowingly. "I've been great, keeping busy with these two," she nods at Joseph and Charlotte.

"Hey!" we laugh at Charlotte's pout.

My mother is beautiful, though age is slowly catching up, crows feet forming from smiling and frown lines faintly showing on her forehead. Her green eyes still twinkle mischievously, glossy bronze locks flowing to her hips. Age has made her no less gorgeous, maybe more so.

"It's alright that your sister spends the night?" worry crinkles her eyes, "She isn't going to distract you or anything, right?"

I chuckle lightly at her caring nature, a small smile playing on my lips as I look back at my sister who watches us 'innocently'.

"Yes, mom," I grin, "The little rascal will fine."

In response Charlotte sits up and licks the side of my face, causing me to squeal in surprise. My mother only laughs and crossed her arms as she watches us with amusement.

"Ewwww!" I gasp, desperately wiping her spit off with my hand, "Gross, Lottie! What is wrong with you."

"You called me a rascal!" she squeals as I reach back and wipe her germs back in her, with my contaminated hand.

"Doesn't mean you lick my face!" I huff.

My mother says her goodbyes before meeting her husband at the door, allowing him to wrap her up in an affectionate hug. The sight makes me smile, knowing my mother has found happiness after my parents' divorce.

"I hate you," I mutter to my sister as I pull out onto the road.

"You love me!" she giggles.

"Sure, whatever," I mumble under my breath as I head to my apartment. 

Well, this night is gonna be fun.

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