<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/hJxwuH6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ellie walked down the stairs yawning and half-closing her eyes to the light coming from outside, letting the pupils slowly get used to the brighter room. Brighter, but also cooler, as she noticed when she shivered and goosebumps raised on her thighs. Something to be expected, after all, since she was just wearing a t-shirt and panties, but that was an outfit that was completely fine considered what she was doing, that was listening to music under the blankets of her bed and lazily scrolling some Tumblr blogs, as the wireless headphones hanging from her neck proved. A day just like any other day.<br/><br/>She strolled towards the fridge, her naked toes softly tapping on the floor, and took out an half-empty bottle of milk, which she opened and drank from. Putting it back in, she saw the reflection of her face on the shiny polished surface of the refrigerator, noticing a white trail of milk standing on her lips. With a smirk, she cleaned it with a swipe of her thumb. <em>I wonder... How's Daddy doing? Should I...</em> Then, the loud sound of the fridge door closing almost made her jump, waking her up from her little daydream. Suddenly coming back form reality, she sighed and looked out of the windows. As much as she would like to... check on him, the girl knew that he always had to do something at work, and even so it would have been too risky. She bent over the windowsill, leaning her head on her hands. <em>Oh, look, Eliza left.</em> She didn't even heard her, all her attention focused on the music coming from her headphones. Well, her sister was always going around anyway.<br/><br/>After a couple of minutes watching the cars passing in front of the house, Ellie decided it was time to go back upstairs. As her eyes wandered through the room, she saw the abandoned phone resting on the countertop of the kitchen and suddenly remembered she hadn't been checking it for hours. She picked it up and pushed the wake button, but something felt… Strange. She didn’t remember changing the wallpaper, nor the layout of the icons. That was… That was Eliza’s. <em>Pff… Guess she took the wrong one. Whatever…</em> She brought it to her bedroom, down under the blankets once again, hitting play and letting some more music flow out of the headphones. After a few minutes of bored scrolling, her eyes stopped on the smartphone laying there besides her with a grin. There was no harm in browsing a little in her twin’s life, was there?<br/><br/>But that was quite a failure, no spicy details about her, or anyway she couldn’t find any. With a loud sigh of delusion, she took the laptop again as an idea came across her mind. She opened up the browser and hoped. Yes! She had never disable that “Find my phone” feature or whatever it was, and it seemed that she could connect remotely to her phone. “Now now, dear, where are you… Wait.” From the map showing up on the screen, the phone was in Michael’s office. Why was she there…? Then, the sudden realization. The phone swap, Eliza rushing out and going to their step-father… “THE FUCK?!” It hit her like a truck, her heart stopping for a whole second as her wide open eyes stared at the screen, then she panicked. “No, no, no, no… Fuck, fuck!” She stood up throwing aside the laptop and the headphones, and began to walk in circles in the room, taking her head between her hands. “Fuck!” There was no way she could reach them without a car, and for sure they wouldn’t answer any call before… Before Eliza found out what was going on and Michael that she was not who he was expecting.<br/><br/>“Okay, okay, okay Ellie. J-just play it cool… Play it c-cool, an-and everything will be fine.” She muttered to herself, trying in vain to calm down somehow. But she had to do something, and she had to do it now. She picked up her twin’s phone, and dialed the number of her step-father’s office. “P-play it cool… Huh, hello?! Hello.” She realized she almost screamed into the microphone. “Uhm, s-sorry I’m… I’m Eliza, Mr. Kaplan’s step-daughter. Is… Is Ellie th-there?” The affirmative reply of the secretary made her swear in a low voice. “Fuck… N-no! No, I wasn’t talking to you. Uhm, could you… Could you please call her? N-no…?” Shit, it’s too late? “L-look, I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need her. T-tell her she needs to come back home immediately, it’s urgent. Please.” All those kind words weren’t actually part of Eliza personality but… She had to try, and it seemed that the secretary didn’t really looked able to distinguish one from the other, even if the negative answers weren’t really encouraging. “I know, I know she’s inside and Michael said that he didn’t want any annoyance. But I need her to come home right now, please, this is an emergency. I have to go now, tell her please, thanks.” The last sentences were said in a fast and awfully high tone, but hopefully this added some credibility to her little lie; then, she hung up the phone without waiting for an answer.<br/><br/>She threw herself in bed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t do anything more than that. <em>I’m fucked.</em><br/></span><br/>