"You're an idiot!" Agnus yelled.
Samantha found herself listening to John's secretary insult him.
At first she thought she was just tired enough to hallucinate, but the woman's voice sounded too much like nails on a chalk board to not belong to Agnus.
What was she here doing this late at night, in John's room?
"How was I supposed to know that she signed it all to the kids?" John threw his rebudle reluctantly.
Sam just stood there listening.
She could only grimace when Agnus's voice reached a higher pitch.
She was sure her ears had popped.
"This is all your fault! If you followed through with the plan, we would have had all the money! We would have had that house! But now we have to take care of the daughters!"
The bleach blonde made furious gestures with her hands, to prove her point, while she screeched her concerns.
"We still have another four years to drain the accounts!"
She turned sharply to the window next to John.
Not awnsering him.
"No one can see us together like this. You're not supposed to be here, Agnus."
Agnus scoffed,"Oh please! The worst that could happen is Francis finding out!"
Sam felt she had heard enough. She faught to keep her breathing low and steady, slowly tip-toeing.
She had to be extra careful not to alert them that she was awake, so she avoided the planks she had learned were creaky and stepped over the broken tiles.
Sam soon found herself lying back on her bed with her phone in her hand. She knew she had to tell Francis, especially after hearing her name in the conversation.
But she also wanted to do that in person.
[ -"Flame, we need to talk. ASAP. In person, please!"]
She sent the message, feeling herself smiling at the nickname. It was a nickname Sam had given Francis a few years ago because of her copper coloured hair.
A trait of their mother Sam wished she had also gotten.
She had school tomorrow. She should have been sleeping, but she had gotten thirsty. She was on her way to the kitchen before hearing all she had heard, and she was glad she did.
Now, all she could do was stare up at the ceiling and try to sleep.
Try to wait for her sister to text back. It was one o'clock in the morning, after all.
The last fleeting thought she had was one thing :
"What if she doesn't believe me?"
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The ride from Sam's school was quiet. Francis didn't like the silence her sister was giving her. It was worrying her.
She glanced to her younger brunet a few times before trying to prod at what was wrong.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
The silence only hung in the air again. All her younger sister did was stare out of the window at the scenery seemingly flashing past them.
When Francis had picked her up, her sister didn't even look at her; she just claimed into the car and eventually started tapping her thigh with her right index finger.
Both Sam and herself had a nervous habit of toying with their fingers when either of them were nervous, unsure or uncomfortable in a certain situation.
It made her worry all the more.
"I was supposed to be sleeping."
Francis turned right to a familiar red mailbox before turning another right. The seventeen teen year old waited, listening patiently to her sister's unusually soft voice.
"But I wasn't. I went to go and get water and heard something I wasn't supposed to."
"What did you hear, Sammy?"
She repeatedly gazed towards Samantha and then back to the road.
"John was arguing with his secretary." Fran felt air leave her lungs but focused on her continuous eyes on both Sam and the road.
"Fighting? At night?"
The questions had left her mouth before she even realised it.
"You don't believe me, do you?" The older girl felt her lips go dry at the insecurity of her sister's voice. Sam was staring at her lap with her fingers intertwined and a barely see able frown.
The dark wisps of hair that had escaped her loose ponytail mostly covered her eyes. "Of course I do, Blue!"
The siblings each had a nickname they would call each other. Samantha had started calling her older sister 'Flame' because of her hair and Francis had taken to calling Sam 'Blue'. The nickname made her think of the time they had just moved there.
Sam was about five and decided that she wanted everything she had in the colour blue. Even her socks had to be blue!
After she had started to sing the song 'I'm Blue', that was what Francis had started calling her even after she had moved on from that phase.
"Really?"
"Of course!" The young brunette sighed in relief.
"Money."
The statement Sam had given her had her confused,"What?"
"They were arguing about money. Something about four years and draining accounts. In John's room. They mentioned you."
She would be twenty one in four years. Which meant she would get half of her parent's hard earned money in four years.
Those were the accounts they were draining. Or at least, what she assumed they were trying to do.
She hadn't noticed how tightly she was holding the steering wheel or how stiff she had been sitting untill her muscles hsd started hurting.
She made a detour and asked Sam to wait in the car after she randomly parked it to call Blake.
After carefully discussing it, she locked eyes with her sister in the rear-view mirror and smiled. Now, Sammy only had to agree to helping with the plan.
It would have been easier if she had been in on it from the start but it would work out just as well if not. She only hated keeping this from her.
Her boyfriend and sister had not yet met, but with the plan nearing action they would need to meet before he started saving her blood, too.