Who is the unlucky guy?

The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the bustling streets. Cara was lounging on the street chairs near the hospital, finally enjoying a moment of peace after a grueling day at the company that had just fired her, when her phone buzzed.

*Ding!*

Maya: *Go and apologize.*

She knew immediately who the message was from. Cara had a knack for getting herself into trouble, and she had spent far too many years kicking asses of those who ever tried to mess with her; fortunately, her sisters always end up cleaning her messes. She sighed, staring at the screen as her phone buzzed again.

*Ding!*

*Mara: *Not again.*

Maya, ever the responsible one amongst the three triplets, was always the first to react when Cara's antics spiraled out of control. She could almost hear the exasperation in her voice.

She looked at the group chat of three on her phone.

Mara: *You know she won't listen unless we drag her by the ear.*

*Ding!*

This time Cara posted a picture of herself and her friend at the amusement park.

Maya: *Might as well, because you know this one's going to be bad. She terrorized some poor guy at the hospital and then went to the amusement park like nothing happened.*

Maya groaned, rubbing her temples. Cara's temper was legendary, and it often led to situations like this—ones that Mara and she had to fix.

Mara: *Alright, let's go get her. But I swear, if she tries to deflect again, I'm letting you handle it this time.*

Maya: *Deal.*

Maya grabbed her coat and headed out, wondering just what kind of mess Cara had gotten herself into this time. As much as she loved her sisters, Cara's tendency to leap before she looked was exhausting.

The amusement park was buzzing with energy, the scent of cotton candy and popcorn wafting through the air. Cara skipped ahead, dragging her friend Cathie toward the nearest ride.

"You're too slow!" Cara teased, glancing back at Cathie, who was struggling to keep up.

"Slow?" Cathie panted, finally catching up. "You just sprinted here like you were being chased by the cops. What's the rush?"

Cara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No rush. Just living in the moment, you know?"

Cathie rolled her eyes. "Living in the moment or running from something?"

Cara's grin widened. "Why not both?"

Cathie shook her head. "So, who's the unlucky guy this time?"

Cara shrugged nonchalantly. "Just some jerk who thought he could push me around. I showed him the error of his ways."

Cathie sighed. "Cara, you can't just go around threatening people. You're going to get yourself in serious trouble one of these days."

"Relax," Cara said, waving off Cathie's concern. "Everything's fine. He'll live. Probably."

"Probably?" Cathie echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Cara, that's not reassuring."

Cara laughed, brushing off her friend's worry. "Come on, Cathie. Let's go on the rollercoaster. You need to loosen up."

Cathie hesitated, but Cara's infectious enthusiasm was hard to resist. "Fine, but I'm holding you to the 'probably' living part."

They lined up for the rollercoaster, and Cara couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. She loved the thrill of being free, wild, the excitement of pushing limits.

As the rollercoaster hurtled through its loops and twists, Cara screamed with delight, like all of her worries were suddenly forgotten. Beside her, Cathie clutched the safety bar, her face a mix of terror and exhilaration.

When they finally stumbled off the ride, Cathie was pale but laughing. "You're insane, you know that?"

Cara smirked. "Takes one to know one."

They grabbed some cotton candy and found a bench near the ice cream truck. Cara watched the families and couples strolling by, feeling a pang of envy. She envied their simplicity, the way they lived their lives without constantly courting disaster.

Cathie nudged her. "What's with the look? Regretting something?"

Cara shook her head, forcing a smile. "Me? Regret? Never."

Cathie gave her a knowing look. "You can fool everyone else, Cara, but not me. I know there's more going on in that head of yours."

Cara sighed. "Alright, maybe I do regret a little. But only a little."

Before Cathie could pry further, Cara's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and groaned.

Maya: *We're coming to get you. Stay where you are.*

"Great," Cara muttered. "Maya and Mara are on their way."

Cathie's eyes widened. "What did you do this time?"

Cara shrugged. "Just my usual. But I guess they think I need another lecture."

"Can you blame them?" Cathie asked, crossing her arms. "You've been on a tear lately."

Cara rolled her eyes. "It's not my fault everyone else is so annoying."

Cathie laughed, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes. "Cara, you can't keep going like this. You're going to push them too far one day."

Cara frowned. "They're my sisters. They won't abandon me."

"I'm not saying they will," Cathie said gently. "But they can get tired, Cara. And so are you. Maybe it's time to take a step back."

Before Cara could respond, Maya and Mara appeared, looking every bit the exasperated older sisters.

"There she is," Maya said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "The queen of chaos."

Mara crossed her arms, her expression stern. "What did we say about apologizing?"

Cara rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. It was just a little misunderstanding."

Maya snorted. "A 'misunderstanding' that ended with a guy in the hospital and you terrorizing him."

Cara shrugged. "He deserved it and I have already apologized," she said the last part in a faint voice, but the two sisters heard her.

Mara sighed. "Cara, you can't keep doing this. One day, someone's going to press charges."

"Let them," Cara said defiantly. "I can handle myself."

Maya exchanged a glance with Mara before stepping closer to Cara. "We're not saying you can't handle yourself. But we're worried about you. You're spiraling, Cara."

Cara's bravado faltered for a moment. "I'm fine."

Maya softened her tone. "You don't have to keep pretending, Cara. We're here for you."

Cara looked away, feeling a lump form in her throat. She hated showing weakness, but her sisters' concern was wearing down her defenses.

"I just… I don't know how to stop," Cara admitted quietly.

Mara placed a hand on her shoulder. "You didn't have to do it alone. We could have helped you."

Maya nudged her at her shoulders. How could she encourage their younger sister to beat others? It was already her fifth job in three months and she had already gotten fired due to beating up men or negative vibes upon the job.

Every time they could ask her, she would always end up saying a bunch of meaningless stuff and, being the good sisters that doted on Cara, they always let things go easily.

Cathie, sensing the tense air of the moment, stayed silent but offered Cara a supportive smile.

Cara sighed, finally letting some of the tension leave her body. "Okay, fine. I'll try. But don't expect miracles."

Mara smiled softly. "We don't need miracles, Cara. Just you."

Maya smirked. "And maybe a little less chaos?"

Cara chuckled, shaking her head. "I'll see what I can do."

As the four of them stood there, the amusement park lights twinkling around them, Cara felt a strange sense of peace. For the first time in a long while since they lost their parents, she didn't feel the need to push back or create chaos. And thus, she enveloped her sisters in a tight hug that immediately made them smile.

Maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to live without constantly courting disaster. But knowing Cara, the two sisters knew it would be a bumpy road ahead.