Today was the worst day of my life. I had to move away from my home town were I was born and raised, just because my dad got a promotion. Now I'm not complaining and I'm proud for my dad on his accomplishments, but having to move to a new town for a Job he's worked at for three years now? It's pretty stupid. I was being forced to leave my four bestest friends, Kori, Kensy, Olive and Hope. Im leaving my soul sister, Katrina. And my precious boyfriend, Holland. It's a two hour drive from Tessapeak to Honor where I'm going to today so we all agreed to either spend the weekend in Tessapeak or in Honor.
"Loius! Come on we need to get going!" cried my mother. Well stepmother actually, my birth mom left for another guy and claimed tha the love my mom and dad shared faded. My dad agreed to and so they got a divorce and now I have two six month old half twin siblings, Karlil and Fiona. Quinn, my step mother, and my father met through work. Of course me and my dad had a father- daughter connection so he had to introduce me to Quinn before marrying her. She is a very lovely lady and honestly, I'm happy my parents got a divirce. Dad seems so much happier than ever before. My mom too; since she met Garrett and had the twins. They're happy and so am I. I cant say for my step brother Ashton though; the little four year old is grumpy with the fact his mommy married a different daddy. Ashton's dad spoils him rotten so he favors one parent more than the other. His dad bought him a working phone for pete's sake so you can imagine all the ringing we recieve from his phone. Quinn had to suffer a 9-1-1 call and a yelling from the father because she took away his phone.
"Coming!" I replied. Grabbing the last box of clothes, I headed down stairs and dropped the box in the back of the moving truck, "I'm ready as I'll ever be," my voice broke from all the previous crying I done. Quinn hugged me and allowed the last few remaining tears I had fall freely into her shoulder. She comforted me even when Ashton was screaching our ears of because he wasn't getting the attention.
"Ladies, we're all packed and ready to go," father sighed in content. Jasper Lane, an ex-marine with military brown-red cut hair, steel grey eyes and light tan skin. He is a kind soul but if neccessary will take you down in a heartbeat.
"Coming honey," Quinn answered him. She look to me, "Your father is driving the truck and ill be driving the minivan, you have a choice to either ride with me, him or the top?" She asked sternly.
"Top," I shot back. Quinn laughed at my answer that never changes, but somehow she still finds it amusing.
"Thought you'd say that," She patted me on the back and entered the vehicle that held a screaming child. That boy never stops screaming, demanding, or stompng, hitting, and breaking. I wonder how quinn can handle such a monster like that.
I walk to the truck passenger side and enter to my dad singing Bohemien Rapsody to his hearts content. Unlike my dad, i was more into indies, jazz, and occasionally NF. You'd think I'm a hippy by the way I dress from my sandles to my homeade sweaters. Making clothes was cheaper and I like my style.
"MAMA, JUST KILLED A MAN. PUT A GUN AGAINST HIS HEAD, PULLED THE TRIGGER NOW HE'S DEAD!" he screamed. I worried about his driving when he sings. From behind it looks as if he's drunk or high. Quinn mentioned that to me and I noticed it to after a while.
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Normally, it's take two hours to get to Honor; But, trafiic decided to make us couple hours late in getting home. It's six and dinner so dad called for pizza. In our old house, we would have this on going war whether or not pineapple goes on pizza. Dad and I was against two when Ashton felt like having a nice day.
The only thing each of us unpacked was sleeping bags, clothes for the week plus more if needed. I still had mixed feelings about his move. I finally get my own room, own bathroom, and closet. Back at my old home, Ashton had to share the room which resulted in many sleepless nights.
As I finish setting up my temporary bed, I heard a knock on my door. The handle twisted and I expected Quinn or dad to waltz right inbut I was so wrong. Ashton, in his Iron Man onsie I was jealous of and his Mr. Brown-Teddy tedyy bear, walked inlike he owned the place. In confusion of his presence when he wasnt wailing i stood up, put my hands on my hips and c****d an eyebrow.
"Can I shweep wif you?" said Ashton. I was stunned by his question for he didn't like being anywhere near me. I couldn't speak because I was mixed with shock and happiness that he actually wants to be by me willingly, "I would go to mommy but her and Casper are fighting," he wiggled his finger in a 'come here' motion and i did so," I think your daddy is hurting my mommy be-because I here thapping and she makes a weird noithe," Ashton whispered. My eyes widen at his explnation and stop mid-climb into bed. I shook my head to focus to push myself farther into my bag. Ashton floowed suit and cuddled warmly into my arm.
I thought everything was going well between us until I heard his next few words, "Don't think thith makeths uth brother and thithter. It'th cold and I need to be warm," He added. I glared at him through the darkness and refriegned myself from strangling him to death. Well, this is as close I'll ever get to him; might as well enjoy it.
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