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
Lana Rhett picked the candelabra up with ease and led the way to the staircase, letting me slip past him first before he followed. He seemed to evaporate into thin air as he blended into the hustle and bustle of the preparations made even more chaotic by the arrival of Willow. My tiny best friend jumped from her brother's VW Beetle and instantly began changing things around, much to my mother's disgust but what could she say? Willow was more creative than all of us put together! Hell, even the way she dressed screamed "artist"."I see he is here." she whispered to me, running her fingers through her long mess of black, purple, blue and pink streaked hair."Who is?""Him... the neighbour... dead meat." she pointed to Rhett dramatically before rolling her eyes.I had to chuckle at her dramatics."He's turned out to be not as bad as I thought he would be. Okay, he's still an ass but he's a useful one so I guess I can't complain too much." I admitted, laughter tainting my voice."You lik
RhettWhy the hell I had kissed her, I had no clue. It was bad enough that I couldn't stand the female, but something in the way she had looked at me had put me under a spell of some sort and I had found myself pulling her lips to mine before I could think about the consequences."You stupid idiot!" I muttered to myself as I soundly punched my pillow into submission. "She's out of your league to start with, and to top it all off she's a snooty bitch. You don't want to go there Rhett, remember that."It was easier said than done and I found myself dreaming about her. I tried to avoid her as much as possible up until her party, and even thought about calling and giving her some bullshit excuse about why I couldn't attend the lavish affair but that seemed too cowardly and I refuse to lose my balls t
Rhett"Welcome sir." a masked man at the front door said as he took my invitation and checked it over before passing it back to me – what I'd do with the piece of paper now that it had served its purpose was beyond me.Lana's eccentric friend had curled her hair – probably using an entire bottle of hairspray to make the heavy curls stay in place – and had shoved a bright pink plume into the centre of it so that it stood out in stark contrast to the blue and purple streaks in her hair. I smiled silently to myself at the absurdity of her outfit and thanked the stars that I blended into the rest of the party guests... or at least I had thought."Rhett, I hadn't thought you would make it. Good on you for proving us wrong." Dan chuckled, leaving me suddenly glad that I had summoned enough nerve to come to the bl
LanaI don't have a tattoo, and I'm pretty sure someone in my family would have commented if one had magically appeared on my skin - especially my don't-deface-your-body mother. Rhett seemed so honest in his reaction, though, so unless he's a world class liar, something was imprinted on my back."I don't have a tattoo." I declared again, shaking my head as if to further negate that possibility.Determined to explore this change in events further, I charge back into the house, leaving Rhett somewhat startled behind me as I go in search of Willow. She'd help me get to the bottom of this. Grabbing her by the hand and dragging her upstairs without a single word, I shut the door to my room firmly behind me.
RhettI watched Lana bolt inside as if she had been burned by my kiss. Served me right for caving into temptation once again with that nymph. I looked at the picture perfect home where she had escaped to, almost every room lit up and occupied by laughing people. I had no desire to re-enter that house of fickle horrors, so I took that as my queue to leave and exited through the garden.My father was still at the party, his booming laughter following me as I vacated the premises. Hopefully Mrs P would be tucked up in bed and not hear me return. I didn't feel like a game of ninety-nine questions from the old biddy. In fact, a stiff drink was probably in order.Pulling the spare key from under the doormat - yeah, totally ingenious place to put it - I snuck into the house. I knew my father kept his good booze in his study so entered the large room, cautious not to make a noise. Flopping down into my father's leather desk chair, I reached for the decanter of whiskey and took a sip straight
LanaI felt Rhett hesitate as we came upon a black car parked outside his house and he swore as the gorgeous blonde climbed out and looked up at the house."Shit!" He swore again, rubbing his hand across his face in obvious frustration.Woof!Milo barked loudly, drawing the blonde's attention. She shrieked happily and ran as fast as her extreme high heels would carry her. I felt Rhett drop my hand a few seconds before she launched herself at him."Baby! I've missed you so much!" She exclaimed between planting kisses all over his face before she grabbed his hand and pressed it palm down against one enormous breast. "Feel how hard my heart is beating!"
RhettI woke up bright and early, an excitement I hadn't felt in years, making me feel as if my organs were vibrating. I dressed quickly, throwing on the leather jacket I'd stolen from my mother's boyfriend before I went in search of Mrs P."Good morning, Mrs P." I found myself grinning at her before I kissed her on her wrinkled cheek and hugged her tightly.She slapped my arm playfully, laughing as she said. "My, my, my. Aren't you the charmer this morning?"I winked at her, bowing with a flourish."Madam, I would greatly appreciate your assistance in planning a date." I declared grandly.Her eyeb
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.