It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

seventeen // you would not believe all the things i've seen

--Chicago's P.O.V--

"Chicago, wake up! Chicago!"

I groaned as I felt a pair of hands shake my shoulders. My eyes slowly opened to reveal a dark silhouette on top of me. No light shone through the window, signaling that it was still early morning. I shifted, trying to sit up, but the weight of my brother kept me down.

"What do you want, Hugo?" I sighed, turning my head to look at my alarm clock. "It's three thirty in the morning. Why are you waking me up?"

My younger brother gestured for me to lower my voice before climbing off of my bed. "Mom and Dad are yelling at each other downstairs and you are the queen of eavesdropping. I want to know what's going on and you have the better chance of not getting caught."

My mind drifted to the last time I overheard my parents fighting in the middle of the night. I had pushed that topic in the back of my mind for the last few weeks because Garrett had been my top priority, but every once in awhile I wondered when they were going to mention the fact that all our bank accounts were frozen, including theirs as well.

I threw back the comforter that was covering my body, goosebumps forming on my now exposed skin. A shiver was sent through my spine as my feet made contact with the hardwood floor in my room. "What exactly did you want me to do, Hugo?"

He reached up to run a hand through his hair, but quickly put it back down as he realized that he no longer had shaggy hair. "All I want you to do is sneak downstairs and listen in on their conversation. After you heard everything, I want you to come back and tell me everything."

I nodded, quietly exiting my room and starting down the spiral staircase, hoping that it wouldn't make a sound. My parent's voices drifted out of the kitchen and I stopped, pressing myself against the wall next to the doorway. My father was currently the one talking.

Honestly, I was a bit afraid to hear what they were arguing about. If they were arguing about the some topic as last time, there was no way I was going to tell Hugo. He didn't need to worry about anything other his homework. I could tell that he was already worried about me and I didn't want to add to it.

"This has been going on for weeks, Quentin," my mother sighed. "What are we supposed to do? We've been keeping everything from the kids and we are lucky that there is no news story about it in the papers yet. Besides, all of our accounts have been frozen since they found out the money went missing. We can't last much longer without having access to any sort of funds other than what we have on us."

I could hear my father's footsteps, pacing back and forth on the black and white kitchen tile. They were heavier than usual.

"Sarah, a lot of the people involved in the case have been able to keep it out of the press. However, I don't know how long it would last, considering the fact that the trial starts in a couple of weeks. But I promise you that everything will work out."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he mentioned the court trial. My father said he didn't have anything to do with the missing money, so why was he involved in the trial? Was he testifying or was he just going to be present in the courtroom?

"You promised me that you had nothing to do with the missing money, Quentin, and I believed you when you told me the first time, but now? I'm not so sure. Everyone involved is treating you like a criminal and you are the prime suspect because you were the last person that had anything to do with that money. That trial happening in a couple weeks has a seventy-five perfect chance of being yours."

I had never heard my mother go against my father so bluntly or practically call him out as a liar. The scary thing was that she really must of thought he did it for her to do so.