Milo and I have spent the last two hours explaining everything to my family with the aid of Helmut. They were so confused at first but as we kept telling them the story they began to understand a bit more.

"So what your saying is," Carson says once we're done, "you can write any story and put yourself or others into it?"

"Yeah," Milo nods.

"Could you do one for me?" He grins.

"Depends," she grins back, "who do you wanna be paired with?"

"Steve Rogers," he says without hesitation.

"Bet," she laughs. (😉)

"Yes!" He pumps his fist in the air.

"Steve would like that," Helmut says, making me laugh.

Mom and Dad look at Carson, Dad's brow is raised and mom's face is just amused.

"Oh yeah by the way," he chuckles sheepishly, "that's what I wanted to tell you guys. I'm gay."

"I fucking knew it," I laugh.

"We did, too," dad adds in.

"You did?" Carson's eyes go wide.

"Sweatie, were your parents," mom pats his knee, "of course we knew."

"Shit," he laughs at himself, "I thought I was good at hiding it."

I look to Milo who's typing furiously at her phone with a grin.

"What ya doing, Mi?"

She looks at me and her grin widens as her eyes dart to Carson.

"Nothing."

She tilts her phone for me to see.

Book 3
Could never leave out the big brother.

My jaw drops with a wide smile and a laugh leaves me.

"Oh yeah," she grins, "this is gonna be fun."

I giggle as I glance at Carson.

~

The night continues, we laugh, and joke around. Mom and dad get to know Helmut and congratulate us on the baby. Mom does some online shopping for baby stuff, gender neutral things since they want to be surprised too.

All in all we have a great time.

Somewhere around ten, the radio starts on its own.

"I bury the unseemly urges deep down in the ground with the roots, but it's all coming back to the surface. Maybe it's getting ready to bloom."

I recognize the song; Angry Too by Lola Blanc.

"And I don't wanna be a monster in the making, I don't wanna be more bitter than sweet. I donno how to be just standing by blankly not getting angry."

"That's new," Milo mutters.

"What is?" I look to her.

"It's never been a song like this."

"Cause another and another coming up out of the gutter
'Til I'm drowning in an ocean of entitled motherfuckers
And they're pushing all my buttons
But they never seem to wonder why
Another and another, ask each other."

"What do you mean?" Carson asks.

"It's never been angry."

"Does it get your blood boiling, does it make you see red?
Do you wanna destroy it, does it get in your head?
'Cause it gets my blood boiling and I'm coming unglued
It would hit you like poison if you knew what I knew
You would be angry too"

It cuts off.

"Why would it be angry?" I furrow my brows at her.

"I don't know," she looks just as confused.

"Did we do something?" Carson asks.

"Maybe they didn't like you asking for another story," Milo shrugs, eyes still holding concern.

"Um I'm sorry?" He looks around the room from face to face.

"Lexi asked for one and it didn't get mad," I pitch in.

Whoever it is can't be angry about that can they?
That's so stupid.
It's not even their account.

"I donno, maybe they're homophobic," Milo says exasperated, "I'm not them."

"Maybe they like Steve and are jealous," Helmut suggests.

"Maybe," Milo shrugs.

"Okay, somewhat confused," Dad interrupts, "who's they? Isn't this Milo's story?"

"Not this one," I answer.

"Someone else is writing it and using me as a character this time," Milo continues, "that's why I can't shift into different stories."

"Oh," dad still looks confused, "that... makes sense I guess."

"You still don't get it do you?" I ask.

"Not at all."

"My phone has no signal
It's making my skin crawl
The silence is so loud
The lights spark and flicker
With monsters much bigger
Than I can control now"

The radio starts again, now playing Panic Room.

The song sends and eery chill up my spine

"Welcome to the panic room
Where all your darkest fears are gonna
Come for you, come for you
Welcome to the panic room
You'll know I wasn't joking
When you see them too, see them too"

"George turn it off," mom says, panic in her voice and eyes.

"You gotta unplug it," Milo says quickly.

Dad yanks the plug out of the wall.

The TV turns on right at the same moment, and a blood curdling scream comes from it.

Carson jumps for the cords, pulling them out of the wall and making sure there are no other cords to power anything like that at all.

"What the hell is going on?" He asks standing up straight and facing Milo.

"Is everyone alright?" Helmut asks, concern dancing in his voice.

"Yeah everybody's fine, babe," I answer, "just a little shaken up."

"What happened?"

"We just had the shit scared out of us that's what," Carson shouts, slinging the cords to the ground.

Why are that so angry?

Third person POV
They scoff as they bicker with each other perplexed, still not understanding.

There's only one person who could be writing.
One person who could be angry.

How could they not catch on?
How could they be so dense?

"Leave them alone. Just let them have their happy ending."

They turn to their captive, grinning wickedly. 

"Oh they'll get their ending, sweetie," they kneel down to the captives level, grabbing their chin and keeping their gaze, "but it won't be a happy one. Not this time. Not next time. Not ever again. I'm done with it all. They will suffer, they will grovel, but they will never get their happy ending."

They toss the captives face away and stands straightening out their shirt and swiping the dirt off their pants.

"You won't get away with this," the captive grits out.

"Oh, sweetie," they give an eery smile, "I already have."

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