Chapter 186

The gate is opened automatically and I simply love this app, this app that's my aunt downloaded from, where I do not know.

I don't think she actually downloaded it, it seems she made a team of developers develop it for her, an app that allows her to automatically lock and gate and open it at her convenience.

I wonder what sort of innovation would be used to make such a thing. This app is the main reason that if you're coming back home late, no matter how much I try to open it with my phone, once it is past ten, I have no control over the gates anymore.

Once it is even the barest second past ten o'clock in the evening, i do not have any power over the automated gates, when I haven't tried tobas I've never been back anything less than seven in the evening before, except for that one day when I come back crying and Scott had opened the gate to let me in.

I do not know how he did it. I open the gate and we walk in a silent procession of deadly gaunt faces. It seems everyone is sharing my nervousness, I don't think Clay has ever seen Scott in his element before, he has never seen Scott building that dissatisfied stare that he always wears on his face whenever I have done something illogical, but lucky for him he might get to experience it today.

He might even have one thrown at himself, and I wonder how he will handle that. I realise that if my brother is even angry at Clay, it will practically be my fault, but he's the one that asked to come with me didn't he?, then whatever he sees, he sees.

I should stop being so worried about it, we get to the front door and Oakley nervously shuffles her feet. We all nervously slow after this as I realised exactly how scared I am of my brother.

Even if Scott is younger than me and basically has slender muscled aquiline features, he still manages to instill the sort of fear that even Clay cannot elicit from me.

The extent to which I'm scared of him is more than the empty headed stupid jocks at school will ever make me feel. This is only for one reason, my brother is ruthless when he has to.

I can work in with Clay in tow and he simply take a picture of us, walk into his room, send it to my aunt and lock his door. An action that will get me an earful the next morning, and the next morning sure enough, he would appear at my door with a milkshake in hand and a pleased smile on his face. A smile that would make me want to punch the living the life out of him, you can never really know what to expect when it comes to Scott, and so we stand in front of the door nervously, like people who have stolen something precious.

I listen and suddenly a sound drifts into my ears, an unexpected sound. A really pleasant one.