((i'm seriously dying of cuteness from that post omg))
Terry forced his sluggish body to lift itself off the bed. He wiped his eyes groggily and stared at the alarm clock.
"7:30? Ugh...what the heck, Dad?" Their flight didn't leave until noon, and they had packed all that they needed the night before. But, then again, their father always was an early bird, unlike him or June. They were so different from him, Terry wondered if he was their real dad after all.
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He pulled on a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and finished off the ensemble by tying his hair back with one of the satin bows his mother had sent June last Christmas. It wasn't exactly a practical look, but it would have to do. He shut the door and snuck down the hallway, careful not to get the attention of his fa--
"You were in June's room last night, weren't you?" Terry's dad said with a sly smirk. "Don't play games with me."
"Why do you care?" Terry spat. He didn't need this right now; his father's bullshit was the last thing he wanted to put up with today.
"What kind of question is that?"
"She was terrified. That was all it took."
Suddenly, something in his dad's face changed. He looked...older, almost. Like a veteran coming back from a long and hard war. "Take care of her."
"I was born to. S-She's my sister...my TWIN sister." His voice cracked slightly.
Shit...this is not the time to be getting all choked up and teary. Need to put my game face back on...
"Anyways," he shifted back into his regular droning monotone, "what are we having for breakfast? And can I have a Tylenol to go with it? My head is killing me."