Arranged Marriage of the darkest kind, satinangel [reading books for 6 year olds .txt] 📗

realising that she probably hadn't I felt guilt.

I stood there, shuffling my feet nervously as Mum hugged the younger boy that looked about 18 and still with that glint of pain in his eyes that could never quite be lost in the picture. He was starring past Mum and at me with such a look of horror
"Come in, Come in. We'll leave once we've had a cuppa okay?" The old Man seemed to give mum such a deep look of apperciation that I felt that twinkle of attraction flicker in his eyes but he caught me starring and smiled at me.

He stepped over the freshold with a clean, planted smile

"And this must be Jennifer. My my when I last saw you. You must have been what? 2? How you've grown up. You look so much like David (my Dad)" I smiled weakly at him. Hostility in my voice

"It's 'Jen' and considering Mum's only just told me that you're coming you'll excuse me if I'm not so greatful as to your presense" Mum rushed over to me letting the younger boy close the door.

"Jen please, be good. They're here on request of me, of your father" I growl at her, not threaten by her tone or hushed whispered of 'perental' force.

"You think that's going to change anything. You've kept secrets from me for so long and you just expect me to what? be friendly? be nice?!" I turn to them both

"I'm sorry for the waste of a trip to you both" I run off up the stair slamming the door to my bedroom door. I couldn't hear what was being said as I threw myself on the bed.

I had thought that Mum would have let them make themselves at home and then she'd come up and whispered screamed abuse at me till I agreed to come down. So when the knock at the door came instead of her pushing into the room her tone and body language furious I was surprised to say the least.

"Go Away" I shout at the person behind the door. But it would seem just like any Tv show you watch 'Go away' Means 'please come in'. I didn't bother looking at who had walked in as I buried my head into the door.

"Go away. I don't need you yelling at me. Telling me Dad'll be disappointed in me. He probably already is"

"Now David may be alot of things but disappoint in you is isn't. He loves you" My head shot up, hitting the wall again with that familiar 'bang'. As I cradle the back of my head he rushes over and bends out in front of me on the side of my bed.

"Jen are you okay?" I let out a harsh laugh.

"Like you care" I saw the younger boy smile at me slightly

"Like I don't" He whispered at me. I gently reached up and checked my head. His hands cold to the touch, cooling not only the bump and helping headache but my anger as well.

"There that's better a smile" My smile only got brighter at his words as he came and sat next to me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.

"You know you really should give me and my father a chance" I look up at him, that glint of pain running deep in his bright blue eyes.

"It's not you and you're Dad. It's the secrets. Mum's only just told me this morning that Dad was even stil alive. Let only doing something involving the secret Mum's been keeping all my life" It dawned on me at that moment that I didn't even know his name.
"My Dad told me the big news this morning. I can't say I'm not angry but it's not like with your and my family history we can actually help it" I growl at him

"See? The criptic words. The half turths. Those eyes that shine of honest yet you know it's lies. When does Lying become so easy for you? Mum? And the hell am I the only one who's not allow to know?"
"Patiences is-" I glare at him not really caring how little I knew him or the intimate way in which was shoulder to shoulder with me. Our legs and sides burshing togehter.
"I swear if you say it's a vertue, stranger or not to me I will hit you" He laughs and the sound strangely makes me blush. A silence takes over us and I couldn't help but notice the red tint this eyes as he turned away.
"I don't even know your name. I'd like to know the name of the person I'm going to hit" He laughs and answers generally quiet humoured by my responses.
"Frankie, Though most call me Frank because Frankie reminds me of some cartoon character" I giggle a little at that.
"Okat 'Frank' I'm sorry I was so rude. I just--" He cut me off standing up
"Don't apologize with all these secrets I'm surprised you haven't ran away in search of David to get answers and if there is one thing we all know about David it's how he'd do anything do his little girl" I stood up too.
"Yeah well I'm told this big news as to why you are here will be answered as soon as we go to that pub from that picture" He seemed quiet taken back that I saw the picture but decided against asking him directly why and opened my door.
"I'll race you downstairs" That was all it took. That troubled look left his face and made him look a few years younger. He chased after me down the stairs of course me laughing and look up at him to see how close he was and realising his face was only inches from mine I almost lose my footing and he had to grab my arm and pull me close to his chest to keep me from falling.
Mind reading? what?

I heard the other man, to whom I did not know the name of either clear his vioce and when I looked down at him from half way up the stairs where Frank was holding me still. I almost painfully broke our eye contact and pushed myself slowly away from him so I was on my own feet.

As I pretended to check my shoelaces I caught the look of down right frustration of Frank's Dad's expression and the smile of guilt written on Frank's face. But if I was honest there was no quick exchange of expressions I missed anymore.. in fact I seemed to be more intuned to peoples emotions the older I got.
"Jen I'd like you to meet My dad Greg. Dad this is Jen!" Frank took my hand and lead me quicly down the stairs to stand in front of his Dad.
"Hi Jen... it's nice to meet you at last. I'm sorry if our presence is a little unfamiliar to you but we missed your mum so much we couldn't stay away and we have special news for you"

Mum came rushing out of the kitchen with a cup of tea for Greg, a can of my usual coke for me and what looked like Wine for Frank" Mum looked up at him as he took the drink and smelt it.
"This is very rare... where have you been storing this Rosie?" Mum smiled her million dollar smile
"I've been saving it for a good few years now... I didn't know how long it would be until we saw you but I knew it wouldn't be too much longer so I figured we'd better stock up on the good stuff" That's when the smell of the wine floated over to me. It smile like honey would to a child, sweet and mouth watering. I had to put my can of coke down on the tray and quickly excuse myself to the bathroom.

But thats when I saw it in the mirror in our hallway, my eyes flashing a darken red, like blood. I rub my eyes and force myself up the stairs, Mum having barely noticed my absence. When I got myself in front of the bathroom mirror my eyes were their normal hazel colour. I splash my face with water and held my breath and only breathed out of my nose as I came back down stairs.

I saw that Greg was helping Mum into her coat and Frank had my hat, scarf and coat drapped on his arm, to which at the sight of me he held out the coat for me to slip into, which I did with a thankful smile his way and that's when I noticed the slight red tint to his eyes were almost non-visable anymore and the 'wine' he'd been drinking had been drunk in one quick mouthful.

As we left the house and climbed into the BMW that was Greg's I grabbed my phone and saw I had a text from Hayley.
"Hey x I was worried about you at school today, are you ill?? Hope you're okay xx" I smiled to myself as Frank held open my door for me and I slid in comfortable and buckled my seatbelt before I took the phone to reply to her text. When I finally slid my phone back into my jean pocket I noticed that Frank was giving me a look of questioning. I sigh loudly
"Frank are you gonna stare at me like that the whole time or do I have to actually hit you this time?" Frank let a out an easy laugh and I noticed in the corner of my eye that mum was giving us a smile of approval.
"I just wondered why you bother with school when no one understands you there?" Okay seriously, could he read minds? That had been one of my inner most arguements since I started high school and I'd just learnt to deal with it and get on with being normal, but the fact is I never ever felt normal, I felt like I was surrounded by idiots and stuck up teenagers.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean" Frank shrugged
"Suit yourself" I growled at him
"Nothing more annoying that someone asking you something and then just when you put up a little defence they start assuming you don't wanna talk about it. Yes okay I feel like that all the time... but what else am I meant to do? Flunk school? Not only would Mum kill me and FYI nothing more scarier than Rosie Wilkin's on a murderous rage" I saw a knowing smile cross bother Greg's and Frank's face "But also Mum's always expressed the need to be 'normal' whatever 'normal' means and besides