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Authors: Stacey Bentley
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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it wasn’t in that little Honda she was driving in yesterday? This shit that barely fits in my dad’s truck.
With our arms loaded, we bring everything inside and put it all in my room. The room which was once masculine now smells of Barbie, and is adorned with ‘pretty’ luggage. I shake my head as I leave the room.
That done, I bounce down the stairs, ready to start my day. I hold onto the banister at the bottom and swing around, bumping into someone.
Fuck!
My parents stand in the doorway with frantic looks on their faces and Barbie is on her ass in front of me, a scowl on her face.
“Dean, what did you do?” My mom rushes to Barbie’s side and helps her stand.
“Damn it Dean, can’t you do anything right?” My dad says as he helps my mom.
“I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry.” I look in Barbie’s eyes but say it to all three of them.
My mom presses her lips into a hard line but says nothing. She doesn’t need to—I know exactly what she’s thinking. Dean messes up again!
I sigh and walk past my parents. Barbie is now upright, so my mom brushes her off and takes her to sit on the couch. I look over my shoulder to see my parents’ lavish attention on Barbie… again. She glances up and gives me a sly smirk.
Fucking Bitch!
I leave without a word, heading to the stable, I pull open the door. I can’t believe her—coming here and acting like a damsel in distress, playing my parents. I sit down on a bale of hay and try to calm myself. I don’t think I’ve ever been so frustrated with someone. Okay, maybe years ago but right now I knew that if I hadn’t left the house, I probably would have said something I would regret.
Emily passes me a pain pill, and I wash it down with the tall glass of milk that Keith hands me. I scrunch my nose when I taste the thick liquid—it’s not the almond milk I’m used to. It’s not enough that I was in a car accident yesterday but then today the prick plows into me as he comes downstairs. I know he didn’t do it on purpose, but still. While sitting on the couch, Emily comforts me and it must be her motherly touch because I feel instantly better. I peer over Emily’s shoulder and smirk at Dean. I could tell that it pissed him off but I don’t feel bad about it.
It didn’t hurt when Dean ran into me but he caught me by surprise, I feel kind of bad that they treated Dean the way they did. Emily helps me to my room and begins to unzip a suitcase.
“You don’t have to do that Emily, I’ll take care of it later,” I say sleepily. As soon as I lay on the bed, my eyes start to close on their own accord and I suddenly feel as if I have lost control of my own body. I’m not even all that tired but it must be the drugs kicking in.
“Phoebe, you only can use one hand, let me do this. You need to rest.”
I want to tell her no but I’m struggling to even speak at this point. I lie down on the bed and watch Emily as she hangs some of my things in the closet. I watch her as I drift in and out of sleep, she unzips my small bag and looks inside. She stills and glances at me--an indescribable look on her face before quickly zipping the bag up without a word.
I bolt up, my head spinning from the quick action and unzip the bag. I see what is resting on top of all of my panties and bras and the color drains from my face. I close the bag and set it gently on the floor. “I’ll unpack this bag later,” I say sheepishly.
“It’s okay dear, we all have things like that,” she smiles and moves onto another suitcase.
We all have things like that? I am not talking to her about my toys. Oh Shit. I hope that Keith didn’t pack that bag?!
My face flushes and I lie back down, hoping to erase the last five minutes. I reach for my phone and stare at the blank screen. I’ve been here for just over twenty-four hours and I still haven’t received a call or message from my mom. I dial her number and wait for her to pick up.
“Pheebs!” My mom says excitingly into the
With our arms loaded, we bring everything inside and put it all in my room. The room which was once masculine now smells of Barbie, and is adorned with ‘pretty’ luggage. I shake my head as I leave the room.
That done, I bounce down the stairs, ready to start my day. I hold onto the banister at the bottom and swing around, bumping into someone.
Fuck!
My parents stand in the doorway with frantic looks on their faces and Barbie is on her ass in front of me, a scowl on her face.
“Dean, what did you do?” My mom rushes to Barbie’s side and helps her stand.
“Damn it Dean, can’t you do anything right?” My dad says as he helps my mom.
“I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry.” I look in Barbie’s eyes but say it to all three of them.
My mom presses her lips into a hard line but says nothing. She doesn’t need to—I know exactly what she’s thinking. Dean messes up again!
I sigh and walk past my parents. Barbie is now upright, so my mom brushes her off and takes her to sit on the couch. I look over my shoulder to see my parents’ lavish attention on Barbie… again. She glances up and gives me a sly smirk.
Fucking Bitch!
I leave without a word, heading to the stable, I pull open the door. I can’t believe her—coming here and acting like a damsel in distress, playing my parents. I sit down on a bale of hay and try to calm myself. I don’t think I’ve ever been so frustrated with someone. Okay, maybe years ago but right now I knew that if I hadn’t left the house, I probably would have said something I would regret.
Emily passes me a pain pill, and I wash it down with the tall glass of milk that Keith hands me. I scrunch my nose when I taste the thick liquid—it’s not the almond milk I’m used to. It’s not enough that I was in a car accident yesterday but then today the prick plows into me as he comes downstairs. I know he didn’t do it on purpose, but still. While sitting on the couch, Emily comforts me and it must be her motherly touch because I feel instantly better. I peer over Emily’s shoulder and smirk at Dean. I could tell that it pissed him off but I don’t feel bad about it.
It didn’t hurt when Dean ran into me but he caught me by surprise, I feel kind of bad that they treated Dean the way they did. Emily helps me to my room and begins to unzip a suitcase.
“You don’t have to do that Emily, I’ll take care of it later,” I say sleepily. As soon as I lay on the bed, my eyes start to close on their own accord and I suddenly feel as if I have lost control of my own body. I’m not even all that tired but it must be the drugs kicking in.
“Phoebe, you only can use one hand, let me do this. You need to rest.”
I want to tell her no but I’m struggling to even speak at this point. I lie down on the bed and watch Emily as she hangs some of my things in the closet. I watch her as I drift in and out of sleep, she unzips my small bag and looks inside. She stills and glances at me--an indescribable look on her face before quickly zipping the bag up without a word.
I bolt up, my head spinning from the quick action and unzip the bag. I see what is resting on top of all of my panties and bras and the color drains from my face. I close the bag and set it gently on the floor. “I’ll unpack this bag later,” I say sheepishly.
“It’s okay dear, we all have things like that,” she smiles and moves onto another suitcase.
We all have things like that? I am not talking to her about my toys. Oh Shit. I hope that Keith didn’t pack that bag?!
My face flushes and I lie back down, hoping to erase the last five minutes. I reach for my phone and stare at the blank screen. I’ve been here for just over twenty-four hours and I still haven’t received a call or message from my mom. I dial her number and wait for her to pick up.
“Pheebs!” My mom says excitingly into the
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