"Brielle! Get up!" My sister Emma, stood at my bedside yelling at me. "Seriously!" she cried out, when I made no move to get up. Hitting me with one of the throw pillows, she yelled again, "Brielle get out of this bed right now, or I'll..." "Or you'll what!?" I sprang up so fast that she was caught off guard and almost tripped over a stool when she stepped back. "Emma, just leave me alone okay. I'm not going." "What do you mean you're not going? Are you kidding me!?" Emma was angry, I knew she would be, but I can't bring myself to face him...not after what happened... "What's all this yelling going on in here girls?" Mom questioned as she walked into my room on account of all the noise Emma's been making. "Ask her." I pointed to Emma and went right back to bed. By then she had her hands crossed over her chest, with one of her deadliest glares set on me. "Em, sweetie. What's...going on?" Mom asked gingerly, looking between the both of us. "Ask her." Emma retorted. With a sigh, Mom says, "Will one of you just tell me what's going on...Brielle honey, why is your sister yelling at you?" A heavy sigh escaped me before I could stop it, "Mom, she's the one that was yelling, ask her. I'm just trying to sleep here." "Sleep! How could you be sleeping now? You should be getting ready for the school dance." Horror written all over her face. I rolled my eyes at her expression, "I'm not going." It came barely louder than a whisper. She went completely still, with her eyes wide, "Like hell you're not..."