When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E27

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

“How many outfits did you get?” I asked once I

plopped down. Sabrina wrinkled her nose. “5 and

one pair of shoes; I hate them.”

“We got about 7 or eight outfits and two pairs of

shoes,” I grinned and Jonah frowned.

“You got the easier twin!” he snapped before

furrowing his eyebrows. “I mean the twin that’s

easier to shop for.”

I just rolled my eyes. “Well, I won. What’s my

prize?” I raised an eyebrow.

“We never discussed a prize,” he smiled.

“I want a prize,” I crossed my arms.

“Jonah’s your prize,” Sierra giggled.

I wrinkled my nose. “No thank you.” Jonah looked

offended.

“What’s so wrong with me?” he asked.

“Everything, Jonah,” I smirked. “I want my prize.”

“I’ll think about it,” Jonah winked.

***

When I got back home, my brother was waiting for

me in front of my door. “Van?”

“Yes?” I slowed to a stop as I waited a few feet away

from him.

“Some girl named Meredith called. She said she tried

your cell phone but you didn’t pick up,” he explained.

I nodded my head, placing a hand on my hip.

“I was hanging out with someone,” I shrugged. My

brother’s eyebrows shot up.

“Who?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“It was nobody really,” I tried to bypass him.

“It was Jonah, wasn’t it?” I blinked a few times before

shrugging. “Do you like that kid?”

“No,” I sighed.

“I think you do!” my brother barked out a laugh.

“No, I don’t!” I groaned in frustration.

He smirked. “You do like him!”

“No, I don’t,” I seethed.

My brother backed up a bit before pointing at me.

“Look at you! You’re all choked up. You don’t know

how to express your feelings for him so you have to

act like you hate him!”

I curled my fingers into a fist and swung it at my

brother’s face. When it connected, it made a loud

thump. My brother groaned before he got angry. My

eyes widened in realization before I darted down the

stairs, my brother calling me from a few feet behind

me. “Get back here you little-.”

“Language, Jer!” I snorted as I raced down the stairs.

It’s bad to taunt him when he already wants to kill

me but maybe I’ll have a bit of fun before I die in

approximately .2 seconds.

At some points, I was scared that my legs were

going to give out on me. They were already burning

from all the running I was doing. When we reached

the second floor I had to run down another hallway

before I reached the stairs.

“I’m going to kill you, Savannah!” my brother was

really angry; the only time he calls me by my full

name is when he is angry, really angry. He usually

calls me Van or Vanna.

“That’s murder, Jer!” I called when I felt his hand

hovering behind my back. I was panting heavily. I

wasn’t made for running. I dived towards the stairs,

falling and sliding down them on my back. I quickly

stood up, avoiding the pain coursing through my

legs.

“Mom!” I called when I saw my mom standing in the

kitchen, right in front of the garage door. “Help me!”

My brother let out a warrior cry before I dived

behind my mother who stopped Jeremiah. “What

are you doing?”

“I didn’t do anything mom, I swear!” I whimpered as

Jeremiah tried to reach over my mother’s shoulder.

“Don’t believe her! She’s lying!” Jeremiah growled as I

reached for my keys. I escaped out of the garage

door.

As soon as I was in my car, I quickly started it up.

The garage door opened up quickly and I tried to

back out but my brother appeared in the doorway

I’d just escaped through. He had his keys in his

hand. I don’t think he was planning on driving.

The bruise was forming on his face. I quickly pulled

out of the garage and my brother was chasing after

my car. I pressed on the gas and he soon

disappeared. I let out a sigh of relief.

How was I going to get back inside tonight?