\/Dwyn Souza\/
Dwyn steamed the whole way home. Whatever they'd discussed after the restaurant was half-faded in her mind, and she had no idea when they'd agreed to meet up, nor did she particularly care at the moment. Seeing Kaique for the first time in several months had pushed on a nerve she didn't like having. And the fact that they were worried about her, as if they weren't the ones who put their foot down and said to stop seeing them? It made her want to scream.
She made sure she wasn't followed home, but for the most part she was distracted. She didn't even want to see Derek now. He was one of the only people who knew about some of the drama within her family, but that didn't mean she wanted to talk with him about it. Besides, if she talked with him now, it would be all business, and she was already so stressed and overwhelmed that she wouldn't be able to keep up a mask around him. And whatever she did, she never let people around her when she couldn't keep up an act. She might let the act down, but if she couldn't keep it up altogether, then she was vulnerable, and she was not going to let anyone see her like that.
She unlocked the front door slowly, peering inside to make sure nothing had been touched and nobody was there. After she'd checked, she opened it unceremoniously and dumped her now bulging purse onto the counter. She slid, piece by piece, all of the jewelry off her arms-- diamond bracelets and watches, anything she could've taken. The only thing she wouldn't take was a middle schooler's friendship bracelet, and even still, she'd been tempted once in a while by the color of the beads.
She pulled all the wallets from her pockets-- she'd put them there when her purse got too full-- and once she'd got everything off her person, she started on the purse. It didn't take long before she realized why it had filled up so quickly. She muttered a curse as she pulled out the disposable phone boxes. She hadn't given them to them-- oh well. At least now she could enter the numbers into all of them.
She sighed and walked into her bedroom, flopping onto the bed. Her stupid family. And her stupid brother. Her stupid sisters, her stupid parents. The only people who weren't stupid were her nieces and nephews, and if she actually got to spend any amount of time around them, that opinion would probably change too. She'd finished high school because of them, the only reason she'd gone to college was because of the pressure of her older siblings, and she hadn't done anything worthwhile there. There wasn't a class on heisting. It was something you learned from experience. The only thing she'd really gotten out of college was meeting Derek at some party, and that was a party with drinks before she was 21, so college wouldn't approve of that either.
She looked at the clock next to her bed-- not even eight yet. Not even eight o'clock, and she felt trapped. What did she usually do at night like this? Sometimes she'd go out, hit some parties to make some connections. Sometimes she'd stay in and watch the cheesy Brazilian love show re-runs just to hear something in Portuguese. Sometimes she messed around online doing nothing.
But tonight, she didn't feel like anything. She'd call Derek in the morning so she could work everything out before meeting up with them. For now, she laid in bed, unable to sleep, her brother's face going across her mind every so often as his words repeated through her head: "Don't lie to yourself."
She laid in the dark, and softly began to sing, "I'm the King of Fools, 'cause baby, you're the Queen of White Lies."
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