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❝ can we count on you?  ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

As I'm lay face down on Sarah's bed, I hear a knock on the window and I turn to face Sarah.

"Did you hear that?" I ask and she jumps up.

I sit up and my eyes widen when I see Kiara on the other side of the glass.

"Kie!" I gasp, rushing towards the window.

Sarah tries to open the window but it's jammed shut and I frown deeply, hating the feeling of being caged.

"Shit" I hear Kiara mutter.

The three of us desperately try to push the window up but it doesn't budge so we give up in defeat.

Kiara pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolds it, shining her flashlight at it so we can see it properly. My heart drops to my stomach when I see the word 'WANTED' printed across the top with John B's picture and a $25,000 reward.

"Are you two in on it?" Kiara asks.

"Did you think we were?" Sarah asks in reply.

"No" Kiara shakes her head and I smile softly.

"We're not" I assure her and she smiles back at me.

Sarah puts her hand against the glass and Kiara puts her hand against the other side of it. The Carrera girl then placed her other hand on the glass in front of me and looks at me with teary eyes. I reach out and press my hand on the glass where her hand is, wishing the glass wasn't there.

"Sarah?! Sylvie?!" I hear my father yell and my eyes widen in fear.

"Go!" Sarah warns her, running over to the bed.

"Tell JJ I love him?" I ask and Kiara nods with a smile before rushing away.

"Sarah! Sylvie!" Father shouts and I grab the nearest book, flopping onto the bed "You in there?!"

The door is unlocked and flung open, making our heads snap up to our father.

"Yeah" Sarah says, looking at him in confusion.

"Where else could we possibly be?" I ask rhetorically "You locked us in here"

He closes the door and locks it once again, leaving us alone. Sarah leans hear head down on the bed and I drop the book in my hand, rubbing her shoulder soothingly.

We stay locked up for what feels like hours, barely speaking to each other as we both just think to ourselves while simultaneously trying to distract ourselves from thinking at all.

I sit at the window with a colouring book and a bunch of coloured pencils, colouring in a dolphin which kinda reminds me of the one tattooed on Kiara's hip.

Sarah whispers something under her breath and I look up in confusion.

"What did you say?" I ask curiously.

"Wheezie" She repeats.

"What about Wheezie?" I frown.

My twin abruptly drops to the floor and starts mumbling. I place down the colouring book and walk over to her, watching in confusion as she pulls the vent cover off the floor. She pulls a plastic cup out of the vent and I notice a string attached to it.

"Nice cup" I comment sarcastically and she rolls her eyes.

"Wheezie" Sarah whispers into the cup before putting it to her ear "Wheezie, are you there? Wheezie? Damn it! Will you stop writing in your diary, please? Wheezie, please? Talk to me. Wheezie, SOS. Please answer me. Hello?"

After listening to Sarah rambling into a cup with no response for a couple minutes, she suddenly perks up and I take it that Wheezie replied so I drop to my knees next to her.

Sarah holds the cup so I can hear too and I put my ear to it.

"Can you believe it? I mean, you think you know a guy, but it turns out that he's a killer. I mean, living in our house. It gives me the total creeps" Wheezie rants and I roll my eyes at her dramatics.

"We need to talk to you" Sarah says into the cup but I don't think Wheezie hears because she keeps talking.

"When you see on TV, and they're, like...all the neighbours are, like, 'He's a normal guy'. It's crazy!" The girl explains "I mean, my sister dating a killer"

"Cry" I tell Sarah and she frowns in confusion so I nip her arm "Just cry"

Sarah shoots me a glare for the nip before pretending to sob into the cup until Wheezie stops ranting.

"You don't still have feelings for John B, do you?" Wheezie asks in disbelief.

"Of course I do!" Sarah pretend sobs.

"Like- Like, women who fall in love with guys on death row?" Wheezie asks and I face palm myself.

"It's just so horrible!" Sarah cries.

"Are you crying?" Wheezie asks.

"No shit, I'm crying" Sarah scoffs "I just really need my little sister right now. Can you please come in here?"

"Well, dad told me not to open the door" Wheezie replies.

"Okay, well, if you keep the door locked and you don't say anything, he won't know" Sarah snaps before letting out another fake cry "I really need you!"

I hear Wheezie let out an annoyed sigh and I grin at Sarah, knowing that she's gonna come through. Sarah puts away the cup, replacing the vent cover, and we stand behind the door waiting for our little sister to open it.

Right on cue, Wheezie unlocks the door and walks inside the room.

"Sarah?" Wheezie whispers "Sylvie?"

"Shh" I whisper, placing my pointer finger on my lips as Sarah closes the door.

Wheezie nods and I step forward, placing my hands on her upper arms.

"I need you to listen to me. John B is not a killer. He did not shoot anyone. We were there" I explain to her and Sarah nods.

"Well, then, who did it?" Wheezie asks and I look at Sarah who shakes her head.

"Wheezie, I need you to stay quiet about us for as long as you can" I tell her.

"Okay" She replies.

"John B needs our help" Sarah states.

"Can we count on you?" I ask, grabbing her hands.

"Pinkie swear" Wheezie smiles, holding out her pinkie to me.

"That's my girl" I smile, locking my pinkie with hers.

We lean in, kissing our hands and I cup her face, smiling down at her.

"You're the best, Wheeze" I say and she smiles widely, wrapping her arms around my frame.

I hug my younger sister tightly and turn to Sarah nodding her over. She smiles softly and wraps her arms around us, Wheezie taking one arm from around me to include Sarah in the hug.

We part and I kiss Wheezie's head before slipping out the door with Sarah.