Family Affairs Chapter 4: Under Pressure - Part Two
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Woohoo! Second part of the fourth chapter of my first story series! Enjoy.
Family Affairs Chapter 4: Under Pressure - Part Two
Alex was quick to respond. She ran out of her room and almost down the stairs before I caught her. "Shit, Alex. We didn't get rid of the scent." I whispered. "Fuck. Now what," she asked, a nervous look growing on her face.
"I SAID NOW!!!"
"Oh, crap. We'll have to make something up. Fast," I said to my sister as we started down the stairs. She only nodded, her nervous expression becoming more noticeable with every step. When we reached the bottom, we were greeted with a red-faced mom who was, obviously, quite mad. "Take a good whiff you two! Do you smell that," mom barked. "Now, someone had better start explaining!" I looked at Alex, who looked at me. We weren't sure what to do, but we knew we had to do something. I decided to speak up when mom gave Alex an angry glare. "Well, I was particularly, um, aroused, after you left, so I rubbed one out in her." She didn't buy it. "BULLSHIT! Explain this," she said pointing to a bloodstain on the couch. Apparently we hadn't been a thorough as we thought when we cleaned. Alex was blushing hard now, and I thought it best if we would keep our muzzles shut. "You two are in so much trouble," mom said as she stormed off to the kitchen.
"You got rid of the condom, right," Alex whispered. "Yeah, it's in the trashcan. We should be fine on that," I quietly replied.
"AND WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
My eyes widened as Alex shot me an angry glare. "Hey, I thought I hid it well." Mom came storming back into the living room, looking even madder than when she left. "You both disgust me. I want you both out of my sight! Go! To you rooms! NOW!" We turned and slowly started walking up the stairs, both of our muzzles facing down. I turned to Alex to see how she was handling this. I could see a tear glide down her face and fall to the floor. At the top, when we were out of sight from my mom, I began attempting to comfort her. "Alex, it'll be alright. You and me, we've got each other. We'll get through this."
"Yeah, I've got you. And look where that landed me!" "Hey, whoa, calm down. Look, it was all accidental, I don't think anyone should be pointing fingers," I said trying to maintain a calm voice. "But it was you who made the accident! God, your fucking stupid," she snapped. "Hey," I was getting mad now, "It was your blood on the couch! My story would have worked if you hadn't bled all over the place!" "It's not my fault that you suck at cleaning! Your room is so bad, that it isn't even fit for an ogre. God! You are horrible!" 'Oh, that's it!' "Shut your mouth you fucking whore! God Dammit! I tried to calm you down, and all you can do is be a bitch! I don't know why I every try, I fucking hate you! I see now why Sean dumped you. Slut!" Alex stood speechless for a second, then burst into tears and ran to her room. 'Oh my god, what have I done...'
I slowly walked into my room, muzzle down, trying not to cry. I sat down on my bed and put my paws over my face as I couldn't hold my tears any longer. I quietly cried, knowing that I had just made my sister, my lover, come to resent me. She honestly didn't deserve that. 'I fucked up so badly. What did she do to deserve that? Nothing, that's what. She probably hates me now.' I began to cry harder. My life was over. With the fact that mom had found out about the sex, piled on with the hatred I was rightfully getting from Alex, it seemed surprisingly pointless. I took a look at my clock. It was only four thirty, but I felt tired, alone, depressed. I decided to just go to sleep. I laid down and cried myself to sleep.
I woke up at around midnight, hungry. I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. Plus, my pillow was wet from tears, so I needed something to dry it. I crept out of my room and down into the kitchen, where to my surprise, I saw Alex. She was digging through the fridge. "You hungry too," I asked, quietly yet kind. She immediately popped her head up and made a disgusted face at me. I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Alex, I am so sorry. I didn't mean that, any of it. Some people just crack under pressure. I'm sorry." She only hit my paw off and walked back upstairs. That created a new strand of tears. I sat down at the kitchen table and cried silently. Or so I thought. Someone must have heard me, because I soon heard footsteps. I wiped away the tears and expected Alex to come walking in, accepting my apology. But I was wrong. Instead, my mom entered the room in her silver nightgown. She looked in and saw me crying, but all she had to say was, "What the hell is wrong with you, you sick freak?" 'Did my own mom just call me a freak?' Fresh tears began to fall, and mom just walked away.
I sat there for the rest of the night, just thinking about things, such as my situation and how I would fix things with Alex. So far I had nothing. I had stopped crying at around three, but the feeling of guilt still pressed on. It was seven now, so the house was about to get lively, for better or worse.
I got up and fixed myself some cereal. I sat down and stared into the milk. The only good thing about today was that mom would have to leave for work and wouldn't be home till six. But that was it. Nothing else looked good today. I gulped down the milk after the food itself was gone, and went up to my room. I passed mom in the hall, but didn't say anything. I just couldn't wait until she was gone. I let out a sigh as I opened my door. I didn't know what to do. I needed something to help get Alex to forgive me. But I guess I had the whole day to figure it out, so I laid down and dozed off.
In my dream, I saw Alex. She was sitting in the kitchen with a fresh hot plate of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. She was an absolute sucker for those, especially when they were still soft in the center. Then I saw someone standing behind her. I took a closer look, and it was me!
I woke up with a yelp as I fell out of my bed. I scrambled to my feet and took a look around. I was alone, and was only asleep for half an hour. But, I had an idea. Cookies! Normally my dreams make absolutely no sense, but this one was helpful! I rushed down to the kitchen, after making sure Alex was still asleep, of course. I knew exactly how to make them; I had done it for a birthday of hers once.
So I got started. I added the ingredients, stirred, and baked them all without making too much of a racket. I fixed Alex a glass of milk and took the cookies out. They smelled great; I was sure this would work. I put them on a clear plate and took them and the milk up to my sister's room. I was extra careful to not spill the milk, for what good are cookies without milk? When I arrived at Alex's door, I leaned in to see if I could hear anything. From the sound of it, she was watching television.
I knocked on her door three times, and hoped, prayed, that she was at least willing to answer. Thankfully, she was. She opened her door and gave me a strange look. "I, uh, here. I made these for you. They're fresh out of the oven," I said, holding out the plate and milk. She took the plate and the glass, and smelled the cookies. She seemed happy. But then, she threw them at me, and splashed the milk on me to boot, before slamming her door in my face.
I let out a sad sigh, and started to walk back downstairs, muzzle down, ears flat. I was right at the stairs before I heard my sister's door open. "Jave, look, I'm sorry. Come here, we ought to talk," I heard her say. I almost turned around, but decided to just keep walking. 'I'm not in the talking mood anymore...'
I walked into the kitchen and got a wet towel to get the milk out of my fur. "Why'd she have to do that," I mumbled. "At least I'm trying." The milk took a while to get out, but eventually it was gone. I wrung the towel out then threw it in a cloths hamper before walking into the living room. I sat down on the couch and just stared off into space.
I sat in a daze for some time, completely oblivious to everything, even my sister, who came in and sat down next to me. "Jave," she said, snapping me out of me trance, "I'm sorry about the cookies. It was thoughtful of you to make them for me." "Alex, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of those things I said. That was wrong of me. And just so you know, I honestly can't see why Sean dumped you. That was a lie," I said in the most apologetic tone I could muster up. She didn't give me a response, but instead, gave me a hug.
"It's ok, I guess."
"Thanks. I guess we both cracked under pressure."