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Sofia

9:49 a.m.

I waited for him to answer my question. His face looked nervous and confused.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Ok. You're not gonna love hearing this. But, I looked through your phone."

"You looked through my phone? Holy fuck. She's my sister! Do you not trust me that much?"

The tables had turned.

"Well," I said, "you're always whispering into your phone. And if it's your sister, why can't you talk loudly?"

"Some things have to be kept private!"

"Not every fucking single thing!"

"Shit. Um," he said, slapping his forehead, "I'm gonna go and get something to eat. Do you want anything?"

"No."

"Good. I won't be back for a while. I'm gonna walk. So... you can call room service or something."

"Don't you want your shirt."

"I'm good," he said, slipping into one of his other shirts.

He slammed the door, the sound of his footsteps faltered. He was lying. But, it was fine this way. And I had to go and ruin it. I slumped down on my bed, turning on the T.V. I screamed into the pillow. I threw his shirt off, slipping into my shorts and tank top. I slid into my shoes, grabbing a room key. I turned the T.V. off, packed my things, and searched for his jeans. Once I found them, I searched his pockets, finding the keys to the car. This was all to easy. Hopefully, he didn't think this through. I snuck out the parking lot, shoving the key into the ignition, started the car and drove away to nowhere.

The End

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