Tyler
A pleasant dream is interrupted by a frantic knocking on the door. I am cuddled up with Amber, who has her arms around Skylar. I am a little jealous that she usually seems to wind up wrapped around my twin every morning. I sigh as the sleep fog lifts, and they stir from the noise.
“What the hell?” Skylar mutters.
The knocking continues, and Amber wakes up. “What’s going on?”
I unwind from them and slide out of bed. I look around for something to cover myself, grab a pair of shorts, and slide them on.
“Those are mine,” Skylar mentions as I stumble towards the door.
I ignore him as I open it to Amber’s father, Flynt, “Good morning, Flynt,” I mumble.
Flynt inhales and cringes, “I need to speak with my daughter.”
I glance back, and Amber is still lying on the bed in Skylar’s ar
