All Chapters of The Curse of the Seasons: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

5 Chapters

Chapter 1: THE CURSE OF SUMMER

The Curse of the Seasons/Kristi Christensen

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

Chapter 2

The Curse of the Seasons/Kristi Christensen

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

Chapter 3

The Curse of the Seasons/Kristi Christensen

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

Chapter 4

The Curse of the Seasons/Kristi Christensen

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.

Chapter 5

The Curse of the Seasons/Kristi Christensen

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