The next morning, I woke up to Willow rifling through my cupboard and choosing the clothing I would wear to our visit to the orphanage.
"Good morning, sunshine." She greeted me brightly, flinging a boldly printed floral dress onto the bed - proof that my mother had been shopping for me while I was asleep again. "Dan said he would drive us there, and it might be a good idea having Mr. Lawyer with us in case we need to sniff out potential bullshit."
I groaned, pulling the duvet over my head as I realised that I hadn't told Willow that I'd invited Rhett along. Feeling the covers yanked off me unceremoniously, I filled Willow in on the relevant details, keeping it PG13.
"Well, this is going to be fun." She rolled her eyes and waved the dress in my face until I took it.
RhettDan drove the pace of a snail down the driveway, away from the orphanage and the woman who had lied blatantly to our faces. I could almost see the cogs in his brain turn."What are you thinking?" I finally asked, the silence getting to me.He looked back at Lana, the frustration on her face evident."I'm wondering if you're any good at breaking and entering." He finally said, picking up speed as we pulled into the main road.Realisation dawned on me and I grinned like a village idiot. The idea was actually a decent one. My delinquent early-teenage years did teach me a few tricks, although I'm not proud of them.
RhettAt 9:45pm, we dress in our ninja outfits. I pulled on my favourite leather jacket so that I wouldn't feel so weird. Matching Dan made me feel like I was a part of a cheesy boy band, which made me think of Terry, which then made me think of my mom and how Angela hadn't bothered to call me for over a week now. World class mother- son relationship there!"You guys decent?" Willow called through a slit in the door before pushing it open before waiting for a response."You ok to do this?" I asked a pale faced Lana, noting her hands gripping together.She nodded without saying a word and I pulled her into my arms for a reassuring hug, not caring about our audience."Let's go, kids."
LanaThe drive home was long and silent. Dan had been on edge since we had got back to the motel and had kept Rhett up with his pacing back and forth across the room they shared. Something was bothering him, he just didn't want to say what it was yet.When we got back to the motel, Rhett and I showed Dan and Willow the photos we had taken of the files, even pulling up my own file for them to read."I wonder who tore out all those pages from Wynter's file." Willow said aloud, running her hand through her hair. "If I'm right about my suspicions, he is possibly the guy I saw over the Christmas holidays at the ice rink."I'm not sure if anyone actually paid her much attention. We were quite thoroughly exhausted so I dra
RhettClearly, my bonding experience with Dan had extended me a level of civility from all of the Summers brothers as I quickly found myself invited to theirfamily game night scheduled for the next evening."We usually start off with a murder mystery dinner and then go hard-core into monopoly." Dan informed me, the twins eyeing me with caution but not preventing my invitation."It's mafia themed this time so dress accordingly." Mike stated before he walked off without a backwards glance.Clearly I was invited but not exactly welcomed by the twins. I could certainly deal with that.Accepting the invitation
LanaEveryone has their own guilty pleasure in life. For some, it's food, wine, cigarettes, travel, thrilling adventures, or even just curling up on the couch to read a book. For all three of my brothers, it's the thrill and competition of game nights.The competitive natures of the three have resulted in our mother and father restricting game nights to once a month when I'm awake - for their safety, of course.They always start the same way: Mom and Dad chickening out and opting for a dinner date somewhere in town, which would leave us kids to either order in pizza or make burgers. Moments before dinner, game master Matt would hand out envelopes with character profiles inside and we'd have a few moments to scrutinise them before we are launched into an
Daniel guided Rhett back to his chair and almost forced him to sit down before he claimed his own and began the story, Willow and I butting in whenever a piece was left out. I felt Rhett take my hand in his and interlaced our fingers, his eyes not leaving my face as Dan finished the tale."Any questions?" Willow asked my rather dumbstruck twin idiots.There was silence for a moment, the cogs in their brains obviously working overtime. I could almost see the smoke billowing out of their ears."So, when are we confronting mom and dad?" Matt asked, running his hand through his hair.A few hours later (and after a much more sedate ending to the game night than usual), I sat with Rhett at the pool. None
RhettI dreamed of Lana that night, a wonderfully warm and pleasant dream where we were lying in each other's arms and just enjoying each other's presence. Nothing sexual, just cuddling.Completely unlike what I would have enjoyed with other girls, but Lana is different.If I were the romantic type I'd say there's a strong chance she is "the one"... but I'm not so let's just leave it at "I like her".I opened my eyes, an annoying ringing sound clawing at my drowsy mind. It took me a few moments to realise that the sound was my cell phone."Hello?" I answered, my voice gruff with sleep.
RhettI went around and opened the car door for her to get out, pulling her to my side as we walked toward the bar."ID?" A brawny man with skin as dark as ivory barked from the entrance.I passed him my ID, noticing belatedly that it was the fake ID I had made a few years ago so that I could get into bars and clubs. Lana also passed him her ID and smiled sweetly at the man until he grunted, passed our IDs back and let us pass.The interior was typical of a bar; dark with the only lighting being the neon signs hung on the walls around the venue. There were approximately twenty people inside, so not exactly the best turnout for the band."Rhett, darling! You came!" I hear
Cole"What the…"Harley's voice trailed off as her eyes were filled with fear, and I suddenly realised I'd misjudged how I should break the news to her.Something better than "hey, I'm a freak" would have done well. I didn't even get into the fact that she was like me too, that she'd been the most powerful of us all when we were kids."I know, it's strange and a bit frightening when you first learn about it, but I promise you that it's OK," I tried to reassure her."What are you?" I heard her whisper as she stepped away from me.I should have expected this
Harley"That's Junior!" Cole practically shouted as he grabbed the file and studied it more intently. "I spent most of the day with him… but he said his father was dead. He said he joined the Rebels in memory of his dead dad."I'd seen the guy Cole had been hanging out with but I guess I hadn't been paying that close attention to him - my focus being on Cole instead."Are you sure, kid?" Hank asked, scratching through his scraggly beard.Cole nodded, his eyes fixed on Jay. "I promise, if I'd known the full story I would have said something to him. I will see what I can do to break the news to him gently… try to get him to leave that group of criminals."
Cole"What the fuck is that on your back, Harley?" I asked again as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing like a demented goldfish."What do you mean?" She responded with a question of her own, feigning ignorance.I took a step toward her, noticing her taking a step backward in response. I wasn't trying to scare her, but I was struggling to contain the emotions bubbling up inside me."You know exactly what I mean, Harley," I stepped forward again, trapping her against the back of the sofa. "Why do you have that tattoo between your shoulder blades?"The tattoo of a tree covered in blossoms and surrounded by a tribal styled borde
HarleyYou know those events in life where you just know sticking around will end in disaster, but you do anyway? Well, this rally was like that.I was seriously regretting my outfit choice, and was pretty sure my backside would be bruised by the evening from all the slaps drunk old men had given it. As it turned out, it wasn't the "young bucks" Jay was so worried about that I needed to look out for - it was the creepy old men with wandering hands and boozy breath.Even Tanner's presence didn't seem to help, although I guess he didn't really look like he would be able to do much in a physical fight. He was a lover, not a fighter. The whole personal space thing really was lost on drunkards.
ColeI had woken up feeling like I had been hit with a freight train - which then reversed and ran over me again. It was probably thanks to the fact that I hadn't slept much that night, thoughts of Harley plaguing me whenever I shut my eyes.She, on the other hand, had looked as if she'd hadn't been affected at all by our kiss and my quick escape.Okay, she'd dressed as if she wanted someone to pay attention to her, with her hot as heck arse in those tight fake leather pants. I really had to stop myself from either grabbing her and kissing her again - because I hadn't learned my lesson the first time - or begging her to go and change. When Jay shook his head at me I knew it was pointless though, the chick had shown a stubborn side to her and she'd clearly just di
HarleyI watched in horror as Cole ran - literally ran - to get away from me. Was I THAT much of a freak that guys found the need to escape the moment things got slightly intimate. I mean, we were just making out.I swore under my breath and stared at myself in the reflection of the floor length mirror that Jay had hung up beside the coat rack by the front door. I wasn’t hideous. I mean, I wasn’t drop dead gorgeous either, but I wasn’t a monster. I was probably a bit curvier than the chicks Cole obviously attracted, my backside refusing to shrink from a size ten no matter how much dieting and exercise I put in. My blonde hair had a slight curl to it and, in some lights, looked as if it was shot through with golden threads - another reason Jay insisted on my nickname. Nothing about me stood out or screamed sexy
ColeI don't know what the hell came over me to make me kiss Harley. One moment I was laughing and launching water in her direction, the next our bodies were pressed together and my lips were glued to hers like velcro.I wanted to step back, I really did, I just couldn't. Okay, so maybe I didn't really want to pull away from her, but I knew I'd feel like shit once the fog of passion lifted.Harley wasn't April. And I knew April was my soulmate, the tattoo between my shoulder blades said as much.And yet I couldn't deny the pull I felt toward Harley. She was everything I could ever want in a girl; fun, clever, sexy as heck! But it was absolutely stupid to assume anything would ever come of it.
HarleyJay, Cole and I worked in silence in the garage on our separate projects, Dolly Parton's greatest hits playing on the old stereo in the background. My mind still found itself wondering why Cole had a picture of me from my younger years. It was disconcerting and part of me was glad that he hadn't recognized me.Jay had explained to me a few times that I'd been shot when he'd found me. He had heard gunshots moments before and put two and two together, drawing the conclusion that dangerous people - probably a gang - were after me. It's why he never took me to the hospital for treatment, and why he never reported finding me to the police. He wanted to keep me safe.So either Cole was telling the truth and we had been friends back then, or he was a part o
ColeAll that talk about my reasons for the way I travelled across the country created a pang in my chest that wouldn't go away all throughout dinner. I'd begun to truly enjoy myself for the first time in years, forgetting my curse. I got lost in the feeling of what I could only assume must be what it felt like to actually belong somewhere, to be part of a family.Harley's question had brought me crashing back to reality - my General father was still looking for me, there were still two others to find and the military research centre needed to be stopped and destroyed once and for all.I sat down on the sofa, my heart heavy for momentarily forgetting April. Sure, I'd fallen in love with the girl from my childhood through the words that we'd written to each other