Crossing her arms over the white tank top cover her chest (not the usual thing she wore to bed but this was her parents house) she squinted her eyes, looking at her brothers face more closely. "What the fuck is going on?" Where was Micah, she knew who had hit her brother based on the fact that none of his relatives would have done it after going to bed. If they had wanted to punch him it would have been when the time came for it.