The McCarty Twins

Chapter Nine.

His hand fell and he turned to look at my mom,

"D-did I do something wrong?" He raked his hands through his hair then wiped it on his trousers. Mom squeezed his sweaty palm. Disgusting.

"No, but my hit man did." He looked at me, his eyes popping out of his sockets. I snickered, he thought I needed a hit man. I'm not actually pissed off but I wanted to see if I can make 'Peter' piss himself within 24 hours. 

"Ha ha, she's just kidding. That's just her humour. Haha. I did raise her right though! It's all her father's fault! Yes, well they went hunting. No! I didn't want her to go hunting! I am a good mother! It's the kids at her school! They ruined my baby! But wait until you meet Jasmine, she's ever so delightful! I raised her! Not that Alexis isn't delightful but she.. well.. has more of her dad's personality. Not that he isn't great! He is great! And handsome! That's why Alexis is ever so beautiful! And her dad is ever so brave-"

"Enough! I don't need to hear more about your love for him!" He sneered, looking pissed and hurt at the same time. So Mr Vomit gets easily jealous? I smirked, this was going to be fun.

"I'm s-sorry, I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me?" 

Mom was speechless, it looked like she was about to cry. I guess he wasn't the perfect mate she thought he was. How ironic. What happened to your mate will give you all the happiness in the world? Complete bullshit.

"Oh Please forgive me Lisa. I can't live without you Lisa. Waa waa. Grow some fucking balls man." With that I ran upstairs,

to the attic...

"You can't split up mates! What is wrong with you?!" 

I rolled my eyes, do I look like a give a shit? Yeah, I didn't think so. Anyway, who said anything about splitting them up? That's up to them. If they happen to split up, how does that involve me? Someone might call me a bitch but I could have done much much worse. I've been in this attic for half a fucking hour and I probably smell like bat crap...

Underneath a thick layer of dust, I found what I was looking for; our old family album. Our family album... well, isn't exactly a family album. It's more of a Lisa and Christopher album; in high school, on their wedding, when mom was pregnant and a few pictures with me and Jazzie here and there.

I grabbed the album, sprinted out of the attic and tiptoed when I reached the last few steps. I heard my mom giggling from the kitchen. Old people shouldn't giggle. They just shouldn't. Damn it, I need to focus! I scattered pictures of mom and dad everywhere; on the floor, the table, I even stuck some on the wall with my chewing gum. 

...10 minutes later

"ALEXIS, HOW COULD YOU?" Mom stormed towards me and ripped out the tv cable. Damn, it wasn't the tv's fault.

I groaned, "Whaaaaaat, did I do now?"

"Y-YOU PUT ALL THESE PICTURES EVERYWHERE! PETER'S IN TEARS! YOU UNGRATEFUL, JEALOUS COW! I HATE YOU! YOU HEAR THAT? I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! HE RAN THREW THE BACK DOOR, HE'S PROBABLY NEVER GOING TO COME BACK!". Anger bubbled inside of me. 

"Why are telling me all your fucking problems, do I fucking look like Dr Phil? Peter looked like vomit anyways."

"Get out." She said with an icy glare.

"What? " She can't have said what I thought she said.

"You heard me; GET OUT." Now I just wanted to laugh, 

"I'm still a minor, I'm pretty sure that's child neglect..."

 "If you don't leave right now, I will call the cops. This is your last chance! I'm warning you!" What are they going to do? Eat me?