Rachel Sandoval and her big brother Darry have been through quite a lot. They were abused by their father and was left by their mother. Now that Darry turned 18, he has full custody of his 15 year old sister. He's developed this over protective pers...
January 15th, 2020 Rachel's p/v This morning I woke up on the living room floor. I must've blacked out last night because I don't remember how I got there. I must have sleepwalked. It's the most logical explanation. But why do I have grass stains on my sweats? And why is my laptop on the couch? I also have a massive headache. Coffee isn't going to fix any of this mess. Neither is Tyler's smile. What I need is a nap. My eyes are going to be shut forever I swear.
My face is an absolute disaster right now. I have a cut on my lip and I have no idea where it came from. Trying to cover it up with some lipstick, hopefully it isn't noticeable. Can't wait to have that conversation again.
Where did these photos come from? I checked my laptop to see if Darry went through it and left evidence, or if someone attempted to steal, and doing so I found three pictures. One of them is on my story? These are so freaky.
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The second one is similar to the one on my story. Where was I last night? The last thing I remember is coming home and talking to Darry about something. I have images in my head of that, but the rest is a blur. Maybe I fell asleep and was super groggy that I didn't remember anything? And then I sleepwalked. But where the fuck did I go?
I can't sit here and think, I have to get ready for school. I'll figure it all out later, right now I need to make sure I dress better than Mary. But gosh I feel so musty, I can't even think straight. Nothing is making sense to me. It's like I'm here, but my surroundings aren't. Nothing is real right now. Not my bed, not my mirror, not my door, not my shoes. My shoes are dirty and ready to be thrown out. I'd like to be thrown out as well.
I'm wearing my white long sleeve sweater, my black leather jacket, dark blue flared jeans, my black docs, and my white mittens. Ok, today's outfit is pretty nice. If I can't beat Mary then I might as well join her.
Darry's p/v Last night I woke up to use the restroom. When I went out of my room I saw Rachel sleeping on the couch. I didn't wake her up or said anything because she looked peaceful. Obviously I didn't feel peaceful. I should have woken her up. What if someone came into our house? I'm so irresponsible. I'm not even going to ask her why she was there in the first place. I feel bad enough not doing anything to insure her safety or comfort. But the curiosity is killing me.
