When I got home it was already eight and I had an hour to get ready for school. I rushed inside and ran right into Riley who was making breakfast for herself. When she saw me, she scowled. “Where were you and why are you back so late- or early?”
“I stayed at Damon’s house,” I called back as I ran upstairs to shower. She yelled after me, but I didn’t stop. I only had an hour to get ready.
Forty-five minutes later, I came back downstairs. I had showered, changed and done all the other important steps in getting ready. I got to the bottom of the stairs where Riley was waiting with a frown etched on her face. “We need to talk.”
“Can we talk later? I have to get to school,” I replied, slinging my bag over my shoulder and pulling on my boots.
Riley sighed. “When are you going to get back?”
“I don’t know. I have work.” I got up and started towards the door, but my sister’s hand landed on my arm, making me stop.
She gave me a serious look. “Come right home after. Be home by eight.”
“You’re giving me a curfew?” I exclaimed.
Riley nodded. “I don’t have any other choice. We can talk about it after school.”
“Whatever mom,” I sneered, yanking my arm out of her grip. I ran outside and got on my motorbike, already feeling guilty. I had no right to talk to her like that, yet she had no right to treat me like a child. She had no legality over me. I was eighteen; I could do as I pleased.
I walked into the house that night, instantly worried. What was Riley going to say to me? Was she going to try to keep me from seeing Damon? There was no way I would go along with that.
Entering the living room, I caught sight of Riley, sitting on the couch and reading a book. She heard me come in and looked up. “Hi, sit down.”
“Where are Tristan and Monica?” I asked, slowly sitting on the couch next to her. I dropped my bag to the floor.
Riley closed her book and put it on the table. “They’re at dinner, but that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to discuss your attitude.”
“What about it?” I ran a hand through my hair.
She pursed her lips. “Well to start off, you’ve stayed out all night more than once and you never tell me where you’re going when you leave.”
“So? You’re not my mom; you don’t have to worry about me.”
Riley frowned. “Of course I have to worry about you; you’re barely eighteen! You need to focus less on your social life and more on your future.”
“Because you’re a stunning example of that,” I replied sarcastically.
A blush danced across her cheeks. “I already knew what I was going to be. However, I have yet to hear about what you want to do other than travel in a band.”
“I want to be an ice-skating teacher, happy? Can I leave now?”
She shook her head. “I think you need a curfew, because it’s not acceptable for you to stay out all night with your boyfriend.”
“Would you stop with the lectures? You don’t have to be my mom; I don’t want you to be. The only reason I’m here is because I need somewhere to live until I finish high school and get a job. Just stay out of my business.” I jumped off the couch and ran upstairs, slamming the door and locking it.
As soon as I sat on my bed I started to feel guilty. She’d only been trying to help and I’d snapped at her which was completely uncalled for. A beeping noise brought me out of my thoughts and I realized it was a text. I picked up my phone; it was from Damon. ‘Hey, what’s up?’
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Nothing To Lose
RomanceAll Tally Cooper wants is to travel the world, play the drums and ice-skate. However, when she's forced to move back in with Riley, her old sister, she gets a lot more than she asked for. Like a girl that wants her dead. And a mate- who happens to b...
