SAGE

Sage Miller

Slowly I forced my eyes to open. My first mission was to find out where the hell I was. That is top priority.

My eyelid were heavy like they were suddenly made of concrete. Relief washed over me as I realised the room was completely dark because my eyes were hurting like hell.

I looked around and realized I had no clue where I was and most importantly how I even got here.

I tried to get up, key word try. Everything part of my body was hurting. Moving felt like torture. I don't know what happened last night but it was brutal.

The voices that woke me up weren't in my head anymore. I realised that they were coming somewhere in the house.

I lifted my head off the bed only for it to fall back down on the bed. At that exact moment, a full on blown headache started. It felt someone was drilling into my skull.

I groaned and forced myself to get up, finding out where the hell I was is still my first priority.

I wasn't even sure this was a house, it could've been a hotel because it was huge and luxurious.

My brain cells were having a hard time corresponding with my body.

I looked around the room and spotted a door which was opened ajar, it looked like a bath room. I know I should've been more worried about the lack of knowledge about my location.

I barely remember what happened yesterday but I knew it was awesome. My amnesia is testament to that. It is legit proof that last night was the best night of my existence.

I tried to think back to the last thing I remember doing which was a bust because the more I about it, the more my head hurts buy I do remember drinks, girls and a whole lot of dancing.

I stumbled towards the slightly opened door with the thought of splashing my face with water so I could think just a bit more.

After washing my face I drank the water to hydrate the desert that has become my throat.

The water tasted horrible, I gagged like i was gonna puke but nothing came out.

I raided the cabinets for some aspirin or advil for my headache. Finally I found a box of aspirin. I drank them before stepping outside the room.

The hallway seemed familiar but I couldn't figure out how I knew that. Even the atmosphere and the scent of the whole place felt familiar.

I followed the sound of the woman shouting, The further away I got from the room I was in the closer the voice seemed to get but the house was huge. I was even confused how I heard the voices because of how far away the room I was in was.

I finally saw a staircase and it clicked to me where I was. I was at Wren's house and now I recognized the voice of the woman as Wren's voice.

The back of my mind told me that I knew this house.

I descended the stairs listening in on the conversation below. Wren was scolding Zac about last night.

When I got yo the middle of the stairs I realise I could see the living room from there and not wanting to join the lecture downstairs, I sat down.

Zac and Mason, I think, were sitting on the sofa enduring Wren's scolding. They could barely keep their eyes open much less pay attention but that didn't discourage Wren in any way.

Wren had her back on me so she couldn't see me. I was safe.

"My God Zac. You're suppose to the big brother and be responsible. I'm suppose to give you my company in a few years but clearly you are never going up." Wren exclaimed waving her hands furiously.

"And you Mason. I expected more from you." She turned to Mason. "You took a seventeen year old to a club to get drunk."

She then back to Zac again.

"I leave for three days and you take your sister to a club and not only that you dragged a sixteen year old with you and how in God's name did you all get in?"

She asked and I could hear the pure curiosity in that but neither Zac or Mason where planning on answering her.

I felt bad for her but it was just too amusing not to listen in.

"Oh Lord. Help this kids." She inhaled as if trying to calm herself. "Not only did you drag two under age kids to a club but you two are also under age.."

She paused a little then her voice immediately went up an octave. "You see what you did to those kids. Evernly looks dead. She was sick the whole night. Puking her guts out."

Both Zac and Mason flinched at the tone of her voice. I even winced. It was high, too high like she did it on purpose.

"Mom." Zac groaned covering his ears which in return Wren scoffed.

"Oh! Cry me a river. Build me a bridge and get over it." She exclaimed and I snorted gaining Mason's attention.

He looked up and I smirked at him which he gave me a small nod in return.

"Now go clean up I'll fix you something you something for the hangover. You smell." She said in disgust before adding. "And see if Sage and Eve are up yet."

They both stood up at the command while Wren disappeared into what I assume is a kitchen. When Zac noticed me on the stair his eyes widen.

They approached me and stop a step below to where I was sitting.

"How the hell are you up?" He asked me and I shrugged not really knowing what to tell him.

"You heard the Mrs, go clean up and meet us downstairs." Mason said to me as he was dragging himself upstairs.

"I take it you remember the way to the room you were in." Zac added and continued to give me instructions. "Mom and Eve put a few clothes in there for whenever you stayed over."

I nodded not sure if I still had a voice to begin with.

"I'll check on sis." He said before leaving.

I scoffed in my heard making a note to check on her myself.

When Zac told me they put few clothes for me I thought he meant a few pants and few tees that belonged to him or something.

Oh boy was I wrong. All of this clothes where new and not just a few but the whole walk-in closet was full.

had everything. From boxers to socks. Even shoes. Not just any shoes,

looked at everything. Mmm I mused as I chose black sweatpants and a

searched for Eve's room. I still can't get over how huge this house is. The few times that I've been in here, I've only just seen a few rooms, the living room and the room that were on

once told me it has 22 bedrooms upstairs. A library, two offices, 12 quarters for workers, two kitchens, 26 bathroom. A game

from my room to Eve's. Especially since I

got to her door, I didn't knock since it was

stunned when

is he doing? I waited to see what he was gonna

the duvet off her. "I can't believe Zac let you sleep in

took off her shoes. I feel anger boiled inside me. I'm

Mason and Eve are pretty close and I saw that

around most guys but yesterday I saw how

break her heart just like he did. But I won't allow it. This time I'll protect her more than I

was about to burst in, Zac yells for his friend.

to open the opposite room and hide before

of Eve's room. I waited a few seconds before

I could hear that Wren was still scolding

She said as I walked inside.

Wren standing on the other

water in front of each stool

and her

I was still not used

rid of that nasty hangover you're feeling." She suddenly frowned which

aback by her concern. It was...It was too

I'm good?"

Taking the two of you to a club. It was reckless and

them. The moment

to have some fun. I turned to Wren, Mason already realised what I was

it was. Especially Eve." I said

with my response and Mason

daughter. She could've gotten hurt or worse." She exaggerated. She turned to Zac and gave him a hard look. "Do you realise that I could've lost her? For good this time. What if she's got alcohol poisoning. I mean she hasn't moved

was but that didn't stop the situation from being funny. I had to bite my knuckles so I wouldn't laugh and Mason was holding

actually funny was Zac's face. He looked horrified and scared. She was putting the

but not before saying one last thing.

till Wren was out of earshot

"And it wasn't

Mason said

her idea and I'm blamed for it." He

I said trying to smother my

you made it worse." He gave me a pointed look and I bursted

do spmething. I didn't ask and they didn't tell me. After all

to wake up and Wren insisted

saying she thinks I don't like

your car."

around and saw that it was Wren.

nervously when she saw that I

you." She said and I

nothing." I breathed a laugh and saw that

her, to much but it's that

can sense that she wanted to say

out of this uncomfortable situation. I'm not very good with awkward

called and she turned to me. "Could

always been curious to know more about him. How he was growing up. Aunt Lauren never said much about him and they when they were both alive, they didn't talk about our grandparents

told us our

chuckled and

that this might've been a bad idea but before

I start?" Wren beamed surprising me. "He was a good man with boyish looks, everyone fell for him and his boyish charm.

when she said

She told me. I knew I looked like him, I saw pictures before Clara burnt all of them. "I can't get over how alike you

back feeling uncomfortable. Her eyes widen little and retracts her hands

a few seconds before continued.

gentleman. A born gentleman. You'd swear

me to be a gentleman. Even from a

I've been looking after her for as long as I can remember. I learnt to lookout for her from a young age, it was forced

charmer?" I mused throwing her

when she bursted out laughing.

Yes, I'm saying you are." She told me with a little blush on her cheeks. My

between us

at her. She said she can't get over how much I look like dad but I can't get over how much she looks

identical to my sister. Maybe that's why I like her. Even

her for Clara. She's way nicer and more beautiful than my own

asked hesitant. I didn't want to open up old wounds but

erased his existence and I hated her for that. I was resentful to her for that and

understanding flashed

"They're very old though but I can get

first. If you don't mind that is." I

ask

which means you had her after you got married. I don't mean to be noisy I'm just curious that's all and of course you don't have to tell me if you don't want. I was just wondering but if you mind about me asking I'll shut

my question was out of line and it suggested she cheated on her husband which I think

and chuckled. At first I was confused but

don't mind. I'll tell you." My head snapped towards her. I didn't

and I shook my head. "Well your dad and I were just that, high school sweethearts. Of course I'm still a little

to hear the story. I

He was a do it all. He managed to play football and

school. I won't deny that I've always been one of those fan girls and of course your mom was one too but unlike all his fan girls I was never one for parties and I was stupidly shy so I never went to his games, I didn't attend parties with him, I always had my nose buried in the lasted novel and I think that's why he loved me so much. I wasn't too much like all the other girls and in high school it was fine that I was like that but then college came around and his football career took off, he never indented to go to the NFL but he liked football so he played it in college and that's when the strain started in our

him and a long the lines support turned to gratitude, gratitude