Texts Work, Too!

She regained her bearings, and, fearing her parents would be home soon, checked her phone for the time.

“Your mother and I not back until late tonight- fundraiser. Laura- order pizza for you and Michael- I’ll reimburse tomorrow” she read in a text message from her father, in her family’s group chat. “Shit… Michael…”

Then a notification from her brother.

“Read every message I send you”

Then another.

“Clean up the mess”

Then another.

“Don’t leave the house”

She was completely screwed. Trapped as her brother’s plaything all night. Her mind raced as she cleaned the carpet and the couch. She wondered how this could get any worse. Then the doorbell rang.