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a face. “It’s no fun having a Senator for a father.”
“It’s just we were having dinner one night and there’s this mirror in the dining room…”
“Yeah?”
“He didn’t cast a reflection.”
“And you’re just noticing this
now?”
“I’m sorry,” Ashleigh sighed. “I guess now that I’m older it bothers me. When I was thirteen, all I cared about was getting a dad. Now I’m afraid he’ll start flapping his wings.”
“Oh, please,” Kaila laughed. “You’re breaking my heart. At least he comes home. And he’s faithful to your mom. Dad had to pay that stripper off.”
“I don’t know what he ever saw in her. Too skinny if you ask me.”
“Me neither,” Kaila let out a tired sigh. “Mom’s thinking about getting a divorce.” She picked up her carton of milk and took a long sip. “So when’s your brother coming home?”
“He’s not my brother!” Ashleigh hissed low. “I don’t really care when he comes back. That’s all I need for the creep to come dragging home and bring his pet boa constrictor. Do you know he put a frog in my bed last time he was here?”
“Yuck,” Kaila grimaced. “How old is he now? Twenty?”
“Twenty-three,” Ashleigh informed her bitterly. “He still treats me like a child!”
“Well, at least you’ve got a brother,” Kaila pointed out. “Try putting up with a slut for a sister.”
“Don’t tell me she’s at it again!”
“Uh-huh,” Kaila snorted in disgust. “After the abortion I thought she’d learned her lesson. Nope!”
“Who’s she with now?”
“The rugby team.”
“The whole team?”
“Yeah. And the wrestling team. The fencing team. The chess club.”
Ashleigh burst out laughing. “No way!”
“I’d take a vampire over her any day. Count your blessings, dear.”
“You may be right,” Ashleigh sighed at last. “But I’m still not looking forward to that ghoul spending the holidays with us.”
“Maybe he’s changed. Men do that sometimes.”
Ashleigh tossed her banana peel at Kaila and wished she didn’t have to go home.
“I doubt it,” she said at last, peering out the window and wondering how she was going to get through three weeks with Sebastian Alberts.
Maybe she should invest in garlic and a crucifix.
“Mom, I’m home,” Ashleigh called, setting her backpack down in a chair and making a beeline for the kitchen. She found a note on the refrigerator informing her that her mother would be late and could she please heat up the chicken casserole in the freezer. “No problem, Mom.” She threw bologna and cheese on wheat and headed for her room.
Halfway up the stairs there he was. Tall, dark, and annoying; a familiar smirk blighting his pale features.
Sebastian!
“What are
you
doing here?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing in disdain. “You’re not supposed to be here until seven!”
“And hello to you too,” he drawled in that annoying voice of his. “I took an earlier flight.”
“Good for you,” she snapped, trying to get past him. “Will you please move?”
He grinned and stepped aside. “You’re pricklier than usual.”
“And you’re just as hideous,” she flung at him. “You could use a tan.”
“You’ll need more than a sandwich to fill out that mess of bones.”
Ashleigh shoved him aside and ran up to her room “When did you say you were leaving?” she yelled over her shoulder. “I’ll have to mark my calendar.”
“How many inches have you grown, beanpole? Ten? Twelve?”
“I hate you!” she screamed before slamming the door. “Jerk!” Ashleigh muttered to herself. She flicked on the television and turned the volume up so she wouldn’t have to listen to his laughter. “Same old creep. I should have staked his ass.”
She set the sandwich aside, having lost her appetite.
Her mother came home late and found Ashleigh still in her school uniform. “Ash,” she said softly, “you didn’t eat my chicken casserole.”
Ashleigh’s eyes fluttered
“It’s just we were having dinner one night and there’s this mirror in the dining room…”
“Yeah?”
“He didn’t cast a reflection.”
“And you’re just noticing this
now?”
“I’m sorry,” Ashleigh sighed. “I guess now that I’m older it bothers me. When I was thirteen, all I cared about was getting a dad. Now I’m afraid he’ll start flapping his wings.”
“Oh, please,” Kaila laughed. “You’re breaking my heart. At least he comes home. And he’s faithful to your mom. Dad had to pay that stripper off.”
“I don’t know what he ever saw in her. Too skinny if you ask me.”
“Me neither,” Kaila let out a tired sigh. “Mom’s thinking about getting a divorce.” She picked up her carton of milk and took a long sip. “So when’s your brother coming home?”
“He’s not my brother!” Ashleigh hissed low. “I don’t really care when he comes back. That’s all I need for the creep to come dragging home and bring his pet boa constrictor. Do you know he put a frog in my bed last time he was here?”
“Yuck,” Kaila grimaced. “How old is he now? Twenty?”
“Twenty-three,” Ashleigh informed her bitterly. “He still treats me like a child!”
“Well, at least you’ve got a brother,” Kaila pointed out. “Try putting up with a slut for a sister.”
“Don’t tell me she’s at it again!”
“Uh-huh,” Kaila snorted in disgust. “After the abortion I thought she’d learned her lesson. Nope!”
“Who’s she with now?”
“The rugby team.”
“The whole team?”
“Yeah. And the wrestling team. The fencing team. The chess club.”
Ashleigh burst out laughing. “No way!”
“I’d take a vampire over her any day. Count your blessings, dear.”
“You may be right,” Ashleigh sighed at last. “But I’m still not looking forward to that ghoul spending the holidays with us.”
“Maybe he’s changed. Men do that sometimes.”
Ashleigh tossed her banana peel at Kaila and wished she didn’t have to go home.
“I doubt it,” she said at last, peering out the window and wondering how she was going to get through three weeks with Sebastian Alberts.
Maybe she should invest in garlic and a crucifix.
“Mom, I’m home,” Ashleigh called, setting her backpack down in a chair and making a beeline for the kitchen. She found a note on the refrigerator informing her that her mother would be late and could she please heat up the chicken casserole in the freezer. “No problem, Mom.” She threw bologna and cheese on wheat and headed for her room.
Halfway up the stairs there he was. Tall, dark, and annoying; a familiar smirk blighting his pale features.
Sebastian!
“What are
you
doing here?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing in disdain. “You’re not supposed to be here until seven!”
“And hello to you too,” he drawled in that annoying voice of his. “I took an earlier flight.”
“Good for you,” she snapped, trying to get past him. “Will you please move?”
He grinned and stepped aside. “You’re pricklier than usual.”
“And you’re just as hideous,” she flung at him. “You could use a tan.”
“You’ll need more than a sandwich to fill out that mess of bones.”
Ashleigh shoved him aside and ran up to her room “When did you say you were leaving?” she yelled over her shoulder. “I’ll have to mark my calendar.”
“How many inches have you grown, beanpole? Ten? Twelve?”
“I hate you!” she screamed before slamming the door. “Jerk!” Ashleigh muttered to herself. She flicked on the television and turned the volume up so she wouldn’t have to listen to his laughter. “Same old creep. I should have staked his ass.”
She set the sandwich aside, having lost her appetite.
Her mother came home late and found Ashleigh still in her school uniform. “Ash,” she said softly, “you didn’t eat my chicken casserole.”
Ashleigh’s eyes fluttered
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