" ROMAN! YOU ARE SO DEAD!", I screamed at the top of my lungs before sprinting out of my bedroom and down the stairs. Roman was sitting on the couch on his phone when I came down.  Corbyn who was sitting on the couch next to Roman got up and backed away. 

" Roman, you should run".

I shoot Corbyn a glare, for warning Roman before I could sneak attack him.

Roman jumped off of the sofa and ran out to the backyard. Running was never my strongest suit.  With that, I didn't take off after him as I was in heels and didn't want to have a trip to the emergency room tonight. 

Or ever for that matter.

Just the thought of tripping to my death in high heels makes me cringe.

Ooof.

Unfortunately, I couldn't chase him right now because 

1. We are about to go to a huge event filled with thousands of people

2. I'm in heels

3. My makeup would get messed up and I would end up looking like a zombie bride

On that light note, I decided to go out and wait in the car for my asshole of an older brother. 

I waited for about, ten minutes before he finally was ready, to go to the fucking event he forced me into!!!!