The Boy with the Violet Eyes

3

"I did not almost kill us." She argues as I unlock the door.

We get in and I look at her with a raised brow. "You crashed into a tree."

"It was an accident!" She defends herself.

"Which is exactly why I'm never letting you drive again." I tell her, turning out of the car park. "Ever."

"Um, home's the other way." She points out.

"I know." I state simply. "I just need to pick something up from the supermarket real quick."

*~*

"Hey, daddio!" I call as I unlock the front door and we walk into the house. "Your favourite little angels are home!"

Dad pops his head out of the kitchen doorway.

"Little angels my arse." He scoffs.

"Hey, you love us." Octavia pokes her tongue out at him.

"I'm forced to." He chuckles, walking over and kissing our foreheads.

"Who's coming over?" I ask him, spinning the keys on my finger.

"A new police officer and his younger brother." Dad tells us. Dad's been a police officer since he was twenty-four, so it's been 16 years now. He got promoted to police chief two years ago after their old police chief retired. "He finished his training a couple months ago and just moved here from New York, so he decided to join the force here. His younger brother's around your age. So no one's allowed to develop any crushes. You're only seventeen."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Weren't you seventeen when you fell in love with mum?"

"That's different." He defends himself.

"It really isn't." Octavia shrugs.

He open and closes his mouth a couple of times before pointing towards the stairs. "Go take showers and get dressed."

Octavia and I laugh as I toss the keys to dad. Octavia makes her way upstairs and I walk into the kitchen, putting what I picked up from the supermarket in the cupboard.

*~*

"MY NECK, MY BACK," I belt out to the music as I dance around the bathroom in only my bra and underwear. "LICK MY P—"

"WINNIE, STOP BEING A DIRTY BITCH AND GIVE ME THE BLOWDRYER!" Octavia's voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door followed by the loud banging of her fist on the wood.

I turn the music off and glare at the door. "You had a shower before me! Why didn't you take it then?"

"I had to choose my outfit!" She yells back. "Now open the door!"

I mumble curses under my breath as I unlock the door and my sister walks in wearing a nice blue off the shoulder top and a flowy white skirt which ends just above her knees.

"You're stupid." I mutter childishly.

"You're stupid." She shoots back as I slip on my black skinny jeans which cut off a couple inches above my ankles.