A Different Way To Finding Each Other

Noise Complaint

Kennedy Foster's eyes went big as saucers as he eyed his adopted dad's credit card bill in the mail and the seventeen year old was scared and worried. He was done for if his dad ever found out he would be dead meat, not by just his adopted dad, but by his mom too. He was screwed as he paced his room as his younger twin Marie entered. "Stop or you will get sucked into the floor," she teased as she saw his eyes and knew it was bad. 

"What did you do?" Marie asked. He wordlessly gave her the credit card statement as her eyes went wide. "Did you take dad's credit card?"

"Yeah and I might have over did it," he replied. "He's going to kill me."

"Dad is not going to kill you, he will ground you, not kill you."

"What now?" he asked. "I spent over $5,000."

"Get a job," she replied. "Because you know dad won't pay for this and he will find out."

"I'm dead," he whined. "And mom will be mad too."

"Oh Kennedy," she replied. "I might have an idea."

"What?" he asked. "I will take anything."

"Tell Brandon and Bradley," she insisted. He eyed her in shock as she bit her lip. He hated the idea from the start.

"Are you dumb. If you aren't you are crazy. What can they do?"

"They know dad more than you do," she added. "They might have insight."

"I guess," he replied. "Fine I will talk with them."

It is April 30th and three months after Ben Fitzgerald tried to rape Callie as Kennedy Foster rang the doorbell as Callie Adams Foster flinched as Lena got to her daughter. 

"It's okay baby girl," Lena cooed as her girl relaxed into her mama's embrace. 

"Baby girl it's just the doorbell," Lena replied as she opened it to reveal Kennedy Foster. Callie bit her lip and gave her a nod and a weak smile.

"Hi Auntie Lena. Are Brandon and Bradley here?"

"Hi Kennedy. They are and come in. Baby girl go get the big twins," Lena asked as nodded.

Callie went to get the twins and they eyed him and knew it was bad. They went up to the twins shared room. "So what did you do?" Brandon asked.

"Brandon!" Bradley replied. He was shocked at his twin brother's bluntness and boldness to ask Kennedy what he did.  But he could read him like a book. 

"He never visits and when we go over, he never wants to hang. So what did you do?"

He gave them the paper and their eyes went wide. "Dad is going to kill you," they both said. The bill from Mike Foster's credit card bill was high. Both twins knew their dad would be upset, hurt and disappointed. More hurt than anything.

"I know and what do I do? I never did this before."

They gave him incredulous looks. "I mean not to family."

"We don't know, but we will think of something," the twins replied. "And we will need your help."

"Sure anything," Kennedy cried out. "I need to get out of this pickle."

"Leave it to us and we will tell you our plan. And we need time."

He nodded and left as they gave each other fist bumps as the older teen boy left. The twins eyed one another. "What are we going to do?" Bradley asked.

Looking out the window, Brandon eyed the triplets and their mama and he grinned wide. This got Bradley's attention as a light switch woke up Brandon's mind as he snapped his fingers.