All Chapters of The Curse of the Seasons: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Rhett I 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

Lana Rhett really had outdone himself. I could see he was very proud of his decor, fairy lights hanging randomly from the pagoda's posts. The food was amazing though, and I knew Mrs Porter had been the one to prepare it. The best part of the evening had to be snuggling up to Rhett, hearing his heart beat steadily as we watched my favourite movie. I knew the moment his thoughts turned from the movie and onto more sensual things, his heartbeat speeding up slightly. Instead of waiting for him to initiate the kiss, I reached up and pressed my lips to his. Immediately, he took over, rolling me onto my back and deepening the kiss. His tongue rubbed forcefully against mine and his hand rested on my ribs, his thumb rubbing unconsciously against the underside of my breast.

Rhett Dan 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. 

Lana The 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