The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 18

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 18

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“Millie’s bedroom is second on the left.” Alec calls behind me.

Jerk. Could he not offer to help me? It’s pretty d--n obvious that I’m struggling under the weight.

I roll my eyes and obediently begin to carry an already half-asleep Millie upstairs, dodging the toys on the steps as best I
can.

Millie’s bedroom can be described in one word and one word only: pink.

Pink curtains, rosy pink wallpaper and
matching pink carpets- the list goes on and on.

Her bed is a giant canopy palace bunk bed, and her wardrobe is a matching ivory with pink detailing. I head straight for the
bed with Millie, carefully lying her down on the soft mattress- trying not to wake her from her drowsy state.

Luckily, she only stirs slightly as I pull the blankets over her, and then she’s lost to the world of dreams.

I take the opportunity to take a look around her room.

Aside from all the pink, it is actually really nice- with a small bookshelf filled with fairy tales, a dolls house almost as big as me and a huge canvas filled with photographs.

Curiously, I step towards it and begin to scan through the pictures.

Most are of Millie as a baby, Millie in Disneyland etc.

Almost like a timeline.

However, there’s a distinct one
in the centre which prominently catches my eye as different. “Is that Alec?” I breathe aloud.

The picture is gorgeous, without a doubt. It’s a professional white studio photograph taken of the two siblings.

A younger version of Millie is giggling and pulling on Alec’s gelled locks.

She looks around the age of one,
her chocolate ringlets pulled into two cute bunches on either side of her head.

As for Alec…he looks adorable at
the age of 14. His toothy grin radiates an angelic aura, and he has a basketball clutched in his grasp.

The photo is perfect.

Quietly, I exit the bedroom and head back downstairs, still quite in awe at what I’ve just seen.

“Yo Greene, do you want anything from the Chinese?”

Alec greets me at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes averted to the slim cell phone in his hands.

Definitely expensive. I shake my head, running my sweaty hands
through my hair. “Er no thanks,” I refuse politely, “I’ve
already had my dinner.”

“So that’s a Dim Sum for you then? Excellent.” He walks back into the living room, pulling the phone to his ear. I
trail behind him slowly, my attention caught by the remote left on the arm of the couch.

I swipe it up hastily
and turn the volume down, so that when I un-mute it, the sound comes on at a reasonable amount of decibels.

I collapse into the sofa with a sigh and attempt to watch the television yet my mind is buzzing with activity.

Why did Millie break down like that? Was it just a shock, or does she suffer something greater? How much has Alec
changed since that picture, just a few short years ago?

What made him change so drastically? I massage my temples in the hope to relieve the thoughts buzzing
around my head like wasps on a high. It doesn’t help
much.

“I ordered the Chinese,” Alec collapses into the sofa next to me.

“So…what do you wanna do, eh?” He wriggles his eyebrows like a pervert, and I hit him softly on the shoulder with a laugh.

Alec can be a real jerk sometimes,
but it’s nice to know that he actually cares for his sister-
the playing surely proved it.

Plus, Alec’s reaction to the
tears was quite amusing now that I think back on it.

“So…afraid of tears then, are ya?” I tease him, elbowing him in the ribs.

He scowls at this and doesn’t reply,
deliberately ignoring me in his shame. I begin to laugh softly at the recall of it, and after a minute or two he joins
me. “It was random, you know? Scared the s--t outta me,” he shakes his head amusedly, “As for you, Miss
Nightingale- you were the complete opposite. Who knew you were the pits with kids?”