“Andrew, sweetheart, set the table please. Maddy, can you go find your sister? I don’t know where she’s disappeared to…”
With a huff, Madison Muller snapped her phone shut and stalked out of the kitchen in search of her dorky little sister. She located the dork in question on the stairs, struggling with an overstuffed duffel bag.
“The hell, short stuff? You got a body in that thing or what?”
Emma rolled her eyes.
“Fuck off. I’m staying at Luzi’s, we have a big project.”
Madison eyed the bag skeptically.
“I know you’re a chronic over-packer, but that’s a bit mental even for you. How long can a project take?” She eyed Emma closely, reading the looks that flitted over her face; fear, worry, and a strange excitement. She recognized the way her sister was holding things in, trying to hide the turmoil in her head.
“It’s… it’s a big project,” the blond replied with a slight shrug, idly playing with her fingers.
The elder sister raised an eyebrow, still studying the younger girl. “You sure about that?”
Emma’s face said everything she needed to know.
“Nevermind, don’t answer that. You’re full of crap, there’s no project.”
Emma found herself being yanked upstairs; the bag fell from her hand and tumbled downwards, landing with a thud at the bottom.
“Emma? Madison? Is everything okay?” their mother’s voice came up the stairs after them.
“Yeah mom, everything’s fine!” Madison yelled back before pulling the younger girl into her bedroom and shutting the door.
“What’s going on, freak?”
“Nothing is going on!” Emma replied with an affronted glare.
“But you just said you’re going to Luzi’s.”
“Augh! Yes!” she said into her palms, frustration lacing her voice. “But nothing else is going on.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“That’s fine. Can I go now?” Emma made a move towards the exit, but Madison got there first and leaned back against the door.
“Where are you going, Em?” she asked, fixing the younger girl with a rare concerned-big-sister look. “And don’t bullshit me, I can tell.”
Emma sighed, resigned. “I’m going… away. For a little while. With a friend.”
“Luzi? Or by ‘friend’ do you mean this mythical Jenny you never shut up about?”
“Maddy… ugh, yes, I mean Jenny. Happy now?”
“No. So is this some kind of romantic holiday, or…?” She studied Emma’s face for a reaction. “No… you’re just leaving.”
Her expression was torn between concern and amusement. “You’re running away, aren’t you?”
“No!”
Maddy rolled her eyes. “Emma, stop lying. I can tell you’re freaked.” Emma was surprised at the worry she heard in her sister’s voice. “Something must be seriously wrong to make goody two-shoes Emma want to blow this popsicle joint…”
She nodded slowly. Madison saw tears in her eyes.
“It’s okay. You can tell me. God knows, whatever you two have done, I’ve done worse.”
“It’s not like that… it’s just…” Emma paused for a moment, took a breath, and let the story come spilling out.