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"Grammy please don't make me go tonight" my voice felt weak, I couldn't scream or yell at my grandma but it's almost been a month and I've successfully Avoided Issac Haywood. With the help of my brother and Beth covering for me and tell him that I left town, when in reality I have been in this house for the majority of the time.
That is until Grammy and Grandpa decided I should drive down to New York and collect them for a few weeks.
It'll be nice to catch up with them, I was always very close with grandpa but not so much my grandma.
The last time we spoke we had a huge argument about Father. She believes we need him.
I'm also convinced she tried to bribe the judge to let her son off.
That caused an argument between my two grandparents. My Nana on my mothers side and Grammy nearly murdered each other.
I tried to stay away from it but Grandpops was there with me through it all. Making jokes and teaching me how to solve puzzles which I still don't understand even at 24 years old.
"You are going Liliana. End of!" She raises her voice and a tear escapes my eye, I rush off to the paint room to try and calm me down.
I finished the painting I've been working on for the past 3 weeks. One problem, I can't look at it without wanting to break down.
We hate each other yet I can't help but think there is more to this. The day at the ice rink when my arms were wrapped around his body and the way his hands sunk into my skin, forcing himself not to drop me.
That wasn't hate, that wasn't anything but affection and I'll refuse to believe otherwise.
The flowers are beautiful and as much as I'd like to, I'm not going to forgive him.
He is the second man I've ever slept with, my ex boyfriend from 3 years ago being the first.
I've done plenty of sexual acts with men just none of them included them inside of me.
I gave in with Isaac and deep down I knew I shouldn't have but since I first laid my eyes on him, when he stole my sketch of him last year and then I never saw him until almost 2 months ago now. Ever so often he'd play on my mind or appear in my dreams.
I'll never trust my dreams again.
I admire the portrait of the Asshole one last time before placing it in a box ready for tonight.
I leave the flowers drying, I can box that last minute.
"Hey little Orange." My grandpops voice calms me instantly.
He has called me little orange since I was born, when my mother and father first got together Grandpops immediately loved Mother and began calling her orange due to her bright hair.
When Lewis was born he looked more like father and he got the nickname "little devil" because he apparently threw up on Grandpops every time he held Lewis.
Then Landon came along and he got mothers hair but my fathers looks, Grandpops called him "carrot cake" the reason, he had hidden features of mother, just small details like the dimples we share or the way his thumb is shaped like mothers was. Grandpops believed carrot cake can be deceived as vanilla hence the name "carrot cake." As Landon can be deceived as not mothers son.
Then there was me. The best child of course, the first and only girl to be born. Grandpops wouldn't leave my side. He told me when I was a little older the reason he called me "little orange." I loved it so much I wouldn't let him call me Liliana for months. I look exactly like mother, to the point I used to get stopped and asked how I look so young still.
That is one of the biggest reasons father hated me the most, the resemblance killed him, how dare he have to look at me and see her everyday, in my eyes my body my whole life.
My mother was a figure skater and although she never went professional she was going too, until Luka came along unexpectedly 18 years after me. 23 years after Landon and 25 years Lewis.
Luka was named "curly carrot." For his curls and his strong resemblance to mother too. I wish I could tell you how many people mistake him for my son sometimes.
"Hey Grandpops, everything okay?" I smile at him, he walks over and admires the art work I'm placing into a packing box for Haywood estate.
"That's a lovely portrait are you giving it to Issac?" He sits on a chair next to my easel.
My heart drops. How does he know what Issac looks like? I feel like I can't breathe at the mention of his name, the room begins closing in on me.
"Little orange, I babysat for the Haywood's many years ago Issac was one of the cheekiest children ever but he always had lovely manners." I wait for him to continue, I zone into his words yet my heart hurts with every word he speaks. "He grew into his looks clearly, now why don't you want to go to the dinner tonight?"
I dig my nails into my thigh thinking about seeing Issac again. With the amount of money he spent on flowers over the last few weeks he could have bought a car or something expensive like that.
Idiot.
"I just don't like him. He thinks he's the best guy around and he uses girls." I say angrily.
"Calm down dearest. I understand, but you need to go to this dinner, if not for Grammy or Issac then for me." He smiles softly.
I groan because I can't resist my Grandpops asking me for anything. He's always been my closest relative except for Landon and Lewis now.
Luka has been at boarding school for the past year, it was his idea and he says he is enjoying it.
I'd welcome him back at any point. I never wanted to do boarding school as a kid but me and Luka are so different, maybe that's why we get along so well.
"Plus Ana will be there aswell as their mother." My Grandpops walks out of the room leaving me wondering who the fuck Ana is.
I open instagram and search for an Ana in Isaac's following list.
Bingo. Wait. She has the same last name.
ISSAC HAS A TWIN SISTER?!
Why did he not mention anything. Well I think I know why, all he wanted was to fuck me, don't think he was that bothered about me getting to know his family.
She's really pretty, and I can see the resemblance between them both.
My Grammy shouts that we are leaving in 20 minutes so I pack the last of the stuff I need to take for Issac and then slide on the dress I bought just for the occasion.
Perfect, I fixed my hair and touched up the little bit of makeup I had on then headed downstairs with the trolley of artwork.
Tonight is going to be fun. Payback time.
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