Downfall/Leave and get something against your headache

From Create Your Own Story

You shuffle into the main room. Your family has already finished their breakfast. You see your sisters put on their shoes while Julianne empties a coffee mug into the sink. "Good morning, dear," she says when she notices you. "How do you feel?" Debra looks away with contempt, crossing her arms in front of her chest. No doubt Kirsten told her at the first opportunity she caught you peeping.

Kirsten snorts. "How do you feel? Is that all you have to say to this pervert? God, Will, you are a-"

"Let it go," your mother says. "Will hit his head pretty hard. Give him a rest."

"How can you overlook his behavior so easily?" Kirsten asks. "It gives me the creeps, and-"

"I said: let it go, Kirsten. You are not free of fault here, too."

"Mum! Who knows how often he did this? You act like this isn't a big deal, but how often did he spy on me? Or Debra?"

"Hey," you say, "I never -"

"Will!" Julianne says. Her tone tells you without a shadow of a doubt you better keep your mouth shut. "Go brush your teeth and wash your face." You do as you are told. Even through the closed bathroom door you can hear your mother arguing with Kirsten. Ashamed that your mom puts Kirsten in her place, you blend out the argument and take two aspirins. When you come out of the bathroom, through the large window you can see your sisters walk towards the bus station.

"Sit down and eat," Julianne says. You aren't hungry, but you gulp down a bun and some coffee. When you are finished, your mother says: "Don't look like that. I won't lecture you. You know what you did wrong. Even if everything makes young men horny at your age, that is no excuse. Are we clear?"

You nod. "I'm sorry, mom. I won't do it again."

"I'll hold to to that," she say. And adds with a wry smile: "The view of my legs in the car yesterday should have been enough for one day, right?"

Your head gets beet red. Julianne laughs. "I'll get some groceries and some other things. Do you feel well enough to help me?"

• It's the least you can do
• Excuse yourself, you don't feel well enough to be of help
• Pretend you don't feel well enough

Status
State of Clothing	Shirt; Pajama pants	Contacts
Inventory
Surroundings	Staying in Julianne's room