I snap my head to the window as I hear a sound.
The shelf that I put in front of the window—a silly excuse of a barricade was sent flying forward with a bang that deeply startles me. I scream, jumping off from my bed and standing close to it, holding little Percy tightly in my arms. He senses the commotion too and starts to cry. The window rolls aside completely.
Fear grips me as I catch sight of the familiar tattoos on his hand.
He enters my room like he owns it. I freeze in place, staring dead at him for a few seconds before I break into a bloodcurdling scream. "Relax. Keep it down. You don't want your neighbors to hear you." He hisses like I am merely acting crazy and him breaking into my room like this is a good attitude.
"What are you doing here, Calix? What more do you want from me?!" I half-yell. My eyes pooling with tears.
"Put your brother down and let's talk." He says.
