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geeky_agentEyes closed, Chris took deep breaths and tried to concentrate on the feeling of the cool air on her face. I haven't been carsick in years. Maybe it wasn't carsickness, she hadn't been feeling well the past few days, it could be something else. She rubbed her stomach and hoped traffic would cooperate.
Just fifteen more minutes and I'll be home.
The sound of a train whistle startled her, she opened her eyes in time to see the railroad gates come down as a train approached.
"I'm sorry, Ryan, but we have to do this."
"Fuck!" Her brother, sitting in the driver's seat next to her, slapped the steering wheel and shut off his turn signal. Glaring at the car in front of them, he mutters, "You couldn't turn, could you?"
Ryan, usually the easygoing one in the family, sat back in his seat and scowled. It was funny, but with that expression on his face and the dark suit he wore, he had never looked more like their father. He still had all his hair though, a fact she was sure her brother was grateful for.
He glanced over, worry furrowing his brows. "You all right?"
"I'm fine," she sighs. "Just haven't been feeling well."
"You're sure?"
"Yes. I am," she said, trying and failing to keep the irritation out of her voice.
Her brother nodded, even though she could tell he didn't accept that answer, and looked back at the train. Neither spoke for a few moments, the noise of the train whistle and the car radio filling the silence.
"I've been kind of worried about you."
How many times before had she heard the same thing? From her friends and from her family? "I'm fine." It was the same thing she told anyone who asked. "I've just had a lot going on, with work and school. And everything."
He nodded, that was the answer he had expected. "Chrissy, if you ever need to talk..."
"I know." Chris smiled at Ryan and almost meant it. She did know he would listen she just didn't know what to say.
"Fair enough," he said, a tone of defeat in his voice. He turned his attention back to the road. Soon, the gates lifted and they continued their drive. Ryan didn't ask anymore questions but she knew he wasn't going to brush this off that quickly.
Just fifteen more minutes and I'll be home.
The sound of a train whistle startled her, she opened her eyes in time to see the railroad gates come down as a train approached.
"I'm sorry, Ryan, but we have to do this."
"Fuck!" Her brother, sitting in the driver's seat next to her, slapped the steering wheel and shut off his turn signal. Glaring at the car in front of them, he mutters, "You couldn't turn, could you?"
Ryan, usually the easygoing one in the family, sat back in his seat and scowled. It was funny, but with that expression on his face and the dark suit he wore, he had never looked more like their father. He still had all his hair though, a fact she was sure her brother was grateful for.
He glanced over, worry furrowing his brows. "You all right?"
"I'm fine," she sighs. "Just haven't been feeling well."
"You're sure?"
"Yes. I am," she said, trying and failing to keep the irritation out of her voice.
Her brother nodded, even though she could tell he didn't accept that answer, and looked back at the train. Neither spoke for a few moments, the noise of the train whistle and the car radio filling the silence.
"I've been kind of worried about you."
How many times before had she heard the same thing? From her friends and from her family? "I'm fine." It was the same thing she told anyone who asked. "I've just had a lot going on, with work and school. And everything."
He nodded, that was the answer he had expected. "Chrissy, if you ever need to talk..."
"I know." Chris smiled at Ryan and almost meant it. She did know he would listen she just didn't know what to say.
"Fair enough," he said, a tone of defeat in his voice. He turned his attention back to the road. Soon, the gates lifted and they continued their drive. Ryan didn't ask anymore questions but she knew he wasn't going to brush this off that quickly.
