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These Four Walls

( xD Okay)


"What happened, Mike?", Marie asked as she came rushing from the kitchen, hearing her husband's booming voice.


She stopped short on seeing the officer at her door, then she felt disappointment creep on her when she saw her son next to him. She sighed and walked to the spot beside her husband.


"What did he do now, Officer?", she asked the policeman.
 
Michael gestures to Sam, "look at him! The policeman said that he was under the influence of drugs! But that can't be right, can it?" He turns to Sam, "Because in this house we don't do drugs, do we, Sam?" His face was red with anger, then he turns to the policeman, "Is that all? Tell me that's all."


Sam suddenly bursts into tears, burying his head in his hands. The policeman looks at him awkwardly, then looks at Michael. "No, no that's not all."
 
Evie watched from a corner. She didn't want to get involved in this at all. Even she had been shocked when the policeman said that he was under the influence of drugs. Was that why he was suddenly crying?


She looked at her mother, who'd stayed frozen. This was not good.
 
The policeman looked at Sam before looking back at the parents, alternating his gaze between the two. "Samuel has uh... well. We found him on private property, for one thing. The old steel mill. But that's all really. I shouldn't have come to you about the drug thing, we're supposed to take them straight to the station, but I know Sam's a good kid, so just take it as a warning, alright?" The policeman nodded his head a little before walking out of the front door.


Sam was still crying, and when the policeman shut the front door he sank to his knees, his hands covering his eyes.


Michael was red in the face, shaking with anger. "Samuel Emerson. Living room. Now." He ordered loudly, and Sam quickly scrambled to his feet before he ran into the living room.
 
"You go upstairs, Evie", Marie ordered her before following her son and husband into the living room. Instantly, loud voices echoed through the wall and Evie winced.


"Why am I even feeling bad?", she murmured to herself. "I tried to stop him but he didn't listen. I'm the younger sibling, not the older one who has to set examples for her little brother or sister. But it seems like the roles are switched in this house."


After about one hour, she heard the door of the next room get wrenched open and then slammed closed. She decided to talk to her brother. Maybe he'll open up to her? If he doesn't, the least he'll do is shout at her and get her out of his room or not let her in at all but that was better than nothing.


Wit a last determined thought, she walked out of her room and knocked on his door. "I know you're there, Sam. Open the door."
 
"Please go away..." He mumbled, wiping his eyes of the tears that were rolling down his cheeks and onto his hard wooden floor. "Evie seriously, I feel sick." He leaned against his bedroom door to make sure that it stayed closed. He took shaky breaths, and sank to the floor, his back to the door. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, before burying his head and letting himself cry again.
 
Evie leaned her head against the door. Her brother, who had always tried to appear strong and whose face used to be fixed with a smirk, was now crying on the other side of the door.


"Talk to me, Sam", she pleaded through the door.
 
"No!" He screamed, taking a shaky breath and squeezing his eyes shut, "Just fuck off, Evie!" He banged the back of his head against the door in frustration, before he pulled himself to his feet, and stumbled over to his bed. He collapsed on it, curled into a fetal position, and sobbed. HE knew what he was crying for, but he wouldn't say. He couldn't say.
 
Evie sighed and left him alone, walking into her own room. She couldn't comprehend what was going on. Why was he crying?


Maybe he needed to be alone for some time. She threw herself back on her bed and laid down, looking at the ceiling. She had her own oroblems to deal with anyway.
 
It wasn't often that Sam cried himself to sleep, but it was one of those nights. The crying had made him exhausted, and given him a particularly nasty headache. But with his head buried in the pillow that was damp with tears, he slowly fell into a sleep.


When Sam jolted awake, the room was pitch black, and he was covered in cold sweat. He was gasping, and he squeezed his eyes shut, as he buried his head in his hands.
 
(I have no idea what's happening with Sam xD )


The breakfast time was more silent than ever that day.


"Evie, do good today, honey. Make me proud", Michael had said to her, making Evie raise her eyebrows. Then she caught him glancing at Sam while complimenting her and soon got the jist of what he was trying to do.


That morning, the tension was so thick that she even left the house before her brother, unlike other days.
 
(The men were not very nice, not very nice at all)





Sam was silent at breakfast, and silent when his father lectured him before he went to school, though Evie was already gone. He walked the way in silence too, constantly looking over his shoulder with narrowed eyes and a fast beating heart. He was terrified, he thought that at any moment the car would pull up beside him, and he'd have to do it all over again. He scratched his chest, feeling the tight sensation in his lungs, it was like he couldn't breathe.
 
"Hey, Eves!", Chloe waved from across the hallway.


When she reached Evie, she asked,"So is it true?"


"Is what true?", Evie asked back.


"Joe saw a police officer dragging Sam by his collar to his house!", she exclaimed and Evie frowned.


Their school was famous for the rumors.
 
Sam walked through the front doors of the school, and immediately noticed the way that everyone's eyes were on him. He avoided their gazes as he walked towards his locker, and opened it. He shoved his bag inside and kept his gaze down on the ground, after shutting it and walking away. He didn't want to be there, he knew that everyone knew that he had been escorted home by a police officer, and he just wanted to hide his head away in shame. He walked past his sister, and kept his gaze away from her.
 
Evie looked at him but didn't follow. He was not going to answer her questions, so she needed someone else to answer them.


Ethan.
 
Sam didn't go to any of his lessons, instead he walked straight into the men's bathroom and over to one of the stalls. He walked inside it, sat down, and put his head in his hands. He just wanted to die.
 
The day passed by and Evie didn't see Sam the whole time. She had decided to go to Ethan's house immediately after school and alone because everyone will just try to stop her from going.


She was restless during the last class and wanted to talk to someone about it but she couldn't. So she settled on texting Chloe where she was going when she reached halfway toEthan's house.
 
Sam walked home. After his parents finding out about the drugs, they had grounded him, he had to be home constantly, and he didn't think that the grounding would be lifted any time soon. He wasn't allowed to have his phone either, or TV privileges. He was literally being treated like he was in prison.
 
She slowly went up to the door, lifting her hand to knock, but she turned back away. Her mind was filled with thoughts and she was visibly quivering. Then she paced back and forth a few times.


In all honesty, Evie was scared of Ethan. Who won't be scared of a college dropout and drug addict with a rebellious and dirty attitude? She had tried to like him, thinking that there must've been something about that guy that made Sam befriend him and leave the friendship of the sweet Cole. But no, till now she hadn't found anything.


He looked like a kidnapper to her actually. So now she really started thinking about whether coming alone was a good idea. She had texted Chloe but sometimes Chloe doesn't check her phone for days. Should she call her? Or maybe someone else? Two is always better than one so if two people knew her whereabouts-


The door opened abruptly and Ethan lazily leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "Well look who it is."


(Can you play Ethan while Sam remains grounded?)
 

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