Lana
I woke up in a strange bed, Rhett's arms around me as his chest rose and fell with his steady breathing. I stared at his sleeping face for a moment before I pulled myself away and went to the dingy bathroom that was attached to the rather disgusting motel room. I was secretly glad we'd fallen asleep on top of the covers as I'm pretty sure the bed was covered in other people's DNA samples - if you get my meaning.
Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized the girl staring back at me. My hair was matted and smelled of smoke, my eyes puffy and red-rimmed
from crying the whole night and my skin paler than it usually was.
After trying to tame my hair with my hairbrush and only succeeding on getting the implement stuck in my
RhettLana tapped her fingers against the dashboard of our car, the steady beat slowly becoming a form of torture that could possibly but dripping water to shame."Will you please relax," I moaned, resting my head back against the driver's seat in frustration."They're late," she responded with obvious impatience, her fingers stilling for a brief moment before they resumed their beat.I sighed loudly, closing my eyes. The past year had given a whole new dimension to our relationship and we were practically the married couple our new IDs claimed we were."They'll be here. There was probably just traffic or something."
LANASummer seriously is the best time of the year, in my opinion at least. I mean, what is there not to love? Sitting in the sun on a deck-chair, soaking up the sun with a cola in one hand and a book in the other... sheer bliss.Drip! Drip! Drip!I shrieked and launched myself at my oldest brother who had just ruined my perfect morning of tanning, the jerk!"Daniel! You're such a freak!" I growled in frustration, wiping away the water he had dripped all over me before sitting back down.He grinned evilly at me for a split second before he pulled on his "innocent" face and looked down at me with those big blue eyes which so many girls have fallen hopelessly in love with.Daniel is probably the perfect combination of our parents with our mother's blue eyes and flawless skin and our father's dark hair and broad shoulders. He could have been classed as tall, dark and handsome if he were just a few inches taller. Instead he has to settle for medium height, dark and handsome – not that the
Dan opened the freezer and grabbed the tub of chocolate mousse ice-cream which he had bought specially for me, grabbing two spoons from the dishwasher and handing me one. We both jumped up onto the kitchen counter and sat facing each other, legs crossed with the ice-cream between us."Rhett is Bill's son. He comes here once every two or three years for about a week at most before he heads back to his mother. I don't really know him much, but he was a jerk last time I saw him." Dan said before shoving a spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth.I copied him, remaining silent and trying to wrack my brain for an image of Rhett stored somewhere in its vast expanses. I came up empty handed."I don't remember him." I admitted."You wouldn't. He usually only comes in December and spends the week partying anyway. I don't think he's come here in the summer since you were about seven and then you two hated each other. The last time he came was about four years back and I remember Bill saying to Mom
RHETTI slammed the car door shut, reveling in the sound which seemed to break through the deafening silence in the quiet neighbourhood. There were no sirens wailing as police sped past, no babies crying, no dogs barking at passers-by and no couples screaming at each other – in other words, it wasn't the city.I hated it."Thanks." I muttered to the taxi driver as he handed me my suitcases.I paid him and watched him drive off into the sunset before I turned around and faced the haunted house where I'd be living for the next few months – or until my mother decided to pull me out from under my father's rule. I glared at the large, spacious building – a literal mansion painted white with green ivy painted onto the east wall. Yeah, my father couldn't even take care of real ivy! I was surprised that the neatly manicured hedges managed to survive my father's "care," although I suppose he had a gardener or five to look after them for him."Home, sweet home." I muttered again, swinging my ba
He clearly hadn't heard me come in because he jumped in his seat and looked at me with a startled expression written across his face."Rhett, I wasn't aware that you had arrived."Of course not. Why would he take note of anything I did or said?He stood, coming over to me and offering me his hand to shake... I ignored it. He looked older than I remembered. Streaks of grey tainting his once inky black hair and fine lines had made their appearance on his face."I arrived over an hour ago." I admitted coldly.He dropped his hand and looked me up and down."You've... changed." he said, indicating the eyebrow piercing.I had planned on adding a tongue piercing to my facial decorations just to piss the old man off, but I decided against it. I had a better use for the cash I had stolen from Terry's wallet."I've grown up." I replied in the same tone of voice.He nodded to me and took his seat, gesturing for me to sit in one of the two empty seats on the other side of his grand mahogany desk.
LANAI'm sure the slap had hurt my hand more than it had hurt that jerk... it stung like crazy! My heart beat furiously within my chest and I wished that I'd punched the idiot instead of just slapping him. I was going to apologise for my brothers... But suddenly I was glad I hadn't got to that!It was going to be a long summer with him living next door... but hopefully I'd be able to avoid him like the plague."Fingers crossed." I whispered into the darkness before I spun around and went back inside.I had just started to climb the stairs when I heard my mother call from the kitchen, annoyance staining the tone of her voice."Yeah Mom?" I answered as I entered her domain, leaning up against the door frame.Mom looked up at me and waved me over to the kitchen table where she sat organizing her special cutlery into its giant oak box, decorated with fine golden detailing."What happened?" she asked, not even bothering to look my way as s
Rhett"Hey Rhett, it's Angela... Terry stop it!" my mother giggled over the voice message. "Just phoning to say that I'll be out of contact for a few days. Terry got a gig at some five star hotel in the mountains and cellphones don't work there. Anyway, babes, better go and pack."That was it. The extent of my mother's love for me wrapped up neatly into one vile voice message. And yes, I was on first-name basis with my own mother because she didn't want her age showing when she was around Terry and his twenty-five year old band mates. Not that they all didn't already know I was her kid.I rolled my eyes at the phone and shoved it into the nightstand's drawer, determined to ignore it. I couldn't get over the fact that none of my supposedly "close" friends from back home hadn't even bothered to cal
Lana Thursday. Two days before my party and already the house was in chaos with the preparations. One thing I can say about my family is that they like to do things properly... as in massive and elaborate. "You only turn eighteen once." my mother chimed whenever I complained about the amount of effort that was being pumped into the event. I couldn't say anything in response - to do so would just crush my mother to shards. Instead I put my head down and did as I was told, decorating odd areas of the house with candles and drapes which made the house look as if it had been launched from the scenes of the Great Gatsby. I suppose that's a good thing seeing that Gatsby was the theme of the party, the one thing I did choose in the event. Usually I would be over the moon with my party being so close... but one thing, or rather one person put a damper on the whole thing – Rhett Douglas. He had acted smug ever since he had rescued me from the clutches of my flat tyre and had held it over me
RhettLana tapped her fingers against the dashboard of our car, the steady beat slowly becoming a form of torture that could possibly but dripping water to shame."Will you please relax," I moaned, resting my head back against the driver's seat in frustration."They're late," she responded with obvious impatience, her fingers stilling for a brief moment before they resumed their beat.I sighed loudly, closing my eyes. The past year had given a whole new dimension to our relationship and we were practically the married couple our new IDs claimed we were."They'll be here. There was probably just traffic or something."
LanaI woke up in a strange bed, Rhett's arms around me as his chest rose and fell with his steady breathing. I stared at his sleeping face for a moment before I pulled myself away and went to the dingy bathroom that was attached to the rather disgusting motel room. I was secretly glad we'd fallen asleep on top of the covers as I'm pretty sure the bed was covered in other people's DNA samples - if you get my meaning.Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized the girl staring back at me. My hair was matted and smelled of smoke, my eyes puffy and red-rimmedfrom crying the whole night and my skin paler than it usually was.After trying to tame my hair with my hairbrush and only succeeding on getting the implement stuck in my
RhettOne moment she was yelling at our attackers to let us go and that they were making a mistake, the next she was screaming as her body turned into flames which seared the flesh of those who tried to detain her. The fire within her grew and grew, swallowing the whole area in its furnace. Our attackers screamed in agony, their skin blistering and peeling off of their bones as they died a gruesome death.I looked down at my own hands, only a slight warmth tingling my skin. My clothes were completely burned off, but my skin was untouched for some inexplicable reason. The flames which engulfed Lana were spreading as she seemed to channel more energy unwittingly into the flames, her vision consumed with her dead brother.Dan's voice broke through my stupor as he pleaded with L
RhettMy dad had practically locked himself in his office since the moment he'd returned from confronting Lana's folks. I get it - he was beyond upset. Mrs. P had recently told me that Dr. and Mrs Summers were the ones who kept my dad sane after my mom bailed with me. They'd practically kept him from drowning his sorrows in a pool of strong spirits and his own blood - if you get what I mean.So the fact that he'd allowed them to see him so vulnerable without them affording him the same consideration sucked the big one.It would take time for him to pull his pride from his pocket and get over it, but eventually he'd see that Lana's secret was massive in comparison to my mom's affairs.Don't get me wrong, I felt
LanaHave you ever had the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop? That's what it had been like since Cole's dad had left the area.Christmas had been festive, my mom making sure it was just like I had seen in movies with the most delicious food ever. And just when I thought that I couldn't fit another morsel into my stomach, out came dessert. The only thing that put a damper on the festivities was this feeling that wouldn't go away. It didn't help that Willow had been having dreams again - and not good ones."It was just like before, you were running away from men chasing you and you burst into flames," Willow's voice was cracking over the phone, the poor signal at her grandparents cabin to blame."What do y
RhettIt was still dark when Dan's convertible crept out of the driveway, he and the twins on a mission to get a message to Cole. I had barely managed to sleep, nervous tension clawing at my stomach throughout the three days the General had decided to "be a guest" in our home.I knew that once the military man vacated the premises, my father would immediately have me in his office explaining every little detail to him. Lana said it didn't matter to her if he knew, but I don't think her folks would be of the same opinion so I had to weigh the pros and cons very carefully. I mean, how would you feel if you discovered your best friend of more than twenty years had kept a secret and had lied consistently to you?Fortunately - or rather, unfortunately - it didn't seem as if the G
LanaIt was official. I loved Christmas time! Everything about it drew me in; the lights, the food, the general merriment of the people I met. It was just incredible!Rhett's dad had arrived back home, so he'd been quite quiet, in fact I'd heard absolutely nothing from him. My texts had gone unanswered, and it was starting to freak me out a little bit. Dan had said to give him some space, he was probably just catching up with Bill so I busied myself with other things. Christmas shopping and baking quickly shot up to my favourite things to do.Eventually, I broke and decided to take Bill and Rhett some sugar cookies. A two in one gesture, if you could put it that way. It wasn't that I didn't trust Rhett, it was just that something felt off.
RhettAfter the discovery of Terry's body, we weren't exactly sure how it was all going to go down, but we all knew it wasn't going to be good.The cops had called my dad, asking questions about his whereabouts after they had discovered that Terry was dating my mom. They had some theory about a jealous ex or some such bullshit, and the fact that they'd picked up a car registered to my dad on a traffic camera close to the scene didn't help. They soon discovered that I had been driving the car, not my dad.Thank goodness for Cole's decision for us to eat at McDonald's - although in retrospect I think he made us go there on purpose. I'm not sure what Cole had done but the cops determined Terry's time of death was smack bang the same time as when we were chilling in McD's.
LanaIt was a surreal experience knowing that Cole was one of the kids I had a vague memory of, their small bodies lying sleeping in the clinically white bedroom at the orphanage. He seemed a lot older than me, not just the two years which I knew he was.We quickly established that I needed to be careful. If the military tracking system was still working, then they would know that my tattoo had appeared. He seemed to believe that finding your soul mate made the marker appear, but there was a chance that he was just being romantic.Willow also wanted clarity on her dreams, but Cole just shrugged his shoulders."I guess you're like our mothers. You have an unexplainable gift," was all he could say.