Sam looked his younger sister storming in his rooming. Lena slammed the door behind her with so much force that a picture fell off the wall. He sighed. He knew why she was here and it would not be easy to satisfy her wishes.
“Brother” she said for greeting. She sat across his desk. Her cheeks were flashed red from the cold air and in her green eyes he could read anger. “Are you not going to do anything?”
Sam didn’t respond immediately. He removed his glasses, cleared them and them put them back on. During that time he didn’t look her in the eye and she was drumming her fingers on the mahogany desk. “No” he whispered, still without meeting her gaze.
“No?” she asked. There was an underlying threat in her voice, but he chose to ignore it. They could not fight a war amongst themselves, too.
“No” Sam said firmly now. He gazed right into her stormy eyes. They were so feverish with emotions, not only now, but always; so unlike his. If the eyes were truly a door to the soul, he wondered what other people thought of his. Most likely would be bored; who isn’t bored watching the calm sea? “We cannot afford to lose anybody else on this war”.
“We have to pay our debt! A blood debt!” she shouted and slammed her fist on the desk.
“I said no”
“He was your brother!”
“No means no, Lena. Don’t make me angry” he said in a soothing but firm manner.
“I doubt I can” she said full of sarcasm. “If I were…” she begun saying, but he interrupted her.
“But you are not”.
“…I would be far better than you” she spitted to him with venom dripping from each of her words.
We will never know, will we? He thought as his sister left the room like all the demons of hell were chasing her.
AN: Based upon the quote: “If people were rain I was drizzle and she was a hurricane”.- John Green, Looking for Alaska.