* Jacob Roberts *

As soon as we get home, he hustles upstairs just like always. It's been a week and a half since that first night. They've become better at letting themselves sleep. I sigh and walk after him as he runs up.

** Josh Roberts **

I sit down on the chair I've now set up by the sill. But, something is different. Shay is sitting in her chair, but her back is facing me. Her shoulders shake, and she occasionally raises her hand to her face. "Hey." She whips around. Her eyes are red and her face is wet. "I'm not talking to you anymore!" She snaps. "What? What did I do?" I ask frantically. "Ha! You know exactly what." "No, I don't! I swear!" "Good night, Josh." "It's only 3:30!" "I said good night." With that, she closes her curtains. They are dark blood red. I don't like the look of them. 

*** SHAY WILSON ***

That asshat.  I can't believe he'd deny what he did.

* Jacob Roberts *

He's still sitting there at the window, staring at her curtains. He's heartbroken. She's blasting Teenage Dirtbag out of her stereo. I close my sports magazine, get up, pull up the chair from my desk, and sit down beside Josh. "Hey." He turns to me. His eyes are glossy. "What did I do?" He asks. His voice is quivering and weak. He's going to cry. My brother never cries.