Leia is blackmailing her little brother into caring for himself. While the intentions are good the methods so very much so aren't.
Weāre playing that game again. Momās pretending to suspect nothing. Iām pretending not to notice that sheās pretending not to notice, while Rileyās pretending to check texts to get out of eating his breakfast.
Heās texting me.
I keep the sound off, watching the text bubbles appear on my blue wallpaper one after another - forcing each other upwards on the screen like little drowning men pushing each other toward the surface.
It feels like weāre playing monkey in the middle - lobbing messages over momās head through cyberspace.
āJust cut the act and letās go. Iāll tell mom we have to leave early so I can find parking, but Iām not helping you out of lunch.ā
āLeiaā¦ā
I look up and glare at him, so I wonāt start screaming.
Iām so sick of being the middleman - girl - the land bridge between the three islands I call my family - trying to play damage control-
But Iād hate saying something even more. Iād hate breaking Rileyās trust, and Iād hate what mom and dad would say and do if they found out.
It has to be better this way, right?
I talk until my face hurts - anytime mom asks a question - just so that Riley wonāt have to-
Heās so much worse at lying than I am. But Iāve had more practice.
āLook, if you just eat whatever fruit mom packed in our lunches today, I wonāt say anything else about it for the whole day. I promise. Deal?ā
He doesnāt look up but I feel his expression quaver with a wash of inexplicable fear so palpable I can almost taste it. I feel sick to my stomach, and the bubbles spam the screen.
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