The Rutherford Twins {Book One}

Chapter 6

Nancy's P.O.V

Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill Braden!

... Just one important reason why I can't run to my kitchen, grab a knife and end his life, right here and now!!!

I was woken from my beauty sleep this morning with a loud knock on my door.

I was afraid; tired, wondering who it was. I kept yelling 'who is it?' while walking towards the door. I got no response. When I finally reached my door, I threw it open in anger and blurted 'Who do you think you are to come here, disturbing my early morning sleep?'

Well... That's what I wanted to ask, when I saw Braden's face. So I stopped at ' who do you- '.

I was shocked obviously! I muttered under my breath, 'You've got to be kidding me'.

Of course, he payed me no attention. He just walked into my mansion, saying. " Morning, little bug. How was your night?" with a cheeky grin.

Here I am now wondering why I can't kill him. Who does he think he is? How did he even get my address ? I didn't give it to him on set! I don't think he asked anyone, cause I don't let much people come here. If I have any meeting, I do it at my smaller house, 2 kilometers from here. Only on emergency purposes that I have business meetings (from dad's company) in my house - and that's for extremely wealthy men.

I hold this home with so much love. I don't like people coming around. It's my privacy and right now, Braden (AKA Mr. Rude and Unfriendly), is interrupting and invading my space! I hate it!

"What are you doing here, Brat?"

He stops in his tracks, turning to face me. "First of all, I asked you a question and you didn't reply. That's rude. Secondly, you shortened my name to Brat? Instead of Brad? That's cold." He places the bag in his hand - that I didn't notice, on my white leather couch.

I roll my eyes at his response. He's really annoying. I can't stand him.

"What're the bags for? I know for a fact that I'm not coming to set today. The scenes I have acted for the past one week with you, has been hectic for me. Today's my day off." I dead pan, walking over to my couch to rest my butt cheeks.

I can already feel them hurting.

Braden takes a seat besides me. "That's a very nice speech dear, but you really didn't have to waste your saliva."

I roll my eyes.

"The bags here are for you. I got fruits and vegetables for you, because you need to slim a little more for the next scene. That was why I told you two days ago, to take the next week off. " He smiles cheekily. "Actually, what I meant to say was, you have a week to slim."

This is an insult! I already have fruits and vegetables in my fridge! I am rich, for crying out loud!!!

I know his smile is not a genuine one, by the way, but I'll play along.

"I don't get it. Aren't I slim enough?"

Braden hands me the screenplay - that I had no idea was in his hands.

This is the reason why I dislike interrupted sleep. I won't think straight. More like, I'd be acting as though I'm in my 100's.

I take it from him.

"Read through and you'll see that you lost a lot of weight cause of heartbreak."

Seriously? I mean, when I broke up with Travis, I know I was heartbroken but I didn't loose so much weight!

I scroll through the words and roll my eyes for the hundredth time today.

Romance movies are so lame...

"Nice sleep wear by the way..." He compliments my sky blue silk gown, which is in a tattered state right now, thanks to him. The robe is loose, so my cleavage is a little exposed.

Just a little.

Why couldn't he just call me before coming?

I adjust my gown properly and clear my throat. " Oo! I have an idea!" I yell.

He wrinkles his brows. "What's that?"

"Why don't we just have a make up artist make me look skinny... Huh? Isn't that what their jobs are?" I dead pan, making it obvious that his directing ideas are stupid.

Braden, on the other hand, shakes his head - like what I just said is stupid. "I don't direct films - especially a non fantasy like this, unrealistic, little bug." He smiles.

I'm beginning to think smiling too much makes him look like an idiot, and an annoying boy! He should better stop.

Then, I suddenly remember something. "Why do you even call me that?"

He frowns, confused by my question.

"I mean 'little bug'. Do I look like someone that disturbs you or something? "

He shakes his head, seeming amused, " You wouldn't understand, babe..."

Babe?

Since when did he graduate to feeling this comfortable, calling me names?

"Whatever..." I pretend not to hear the word.

I continue reading the screenplay and when I reach the next scene, I cough.

"No, no, no! Not happening!" I throw the screenplay at Braden, who is staring at me like I've lost my mind.

When it lands on his legs, he picks it up to glance at it. Once he sees the page, he smiles.

"Yea, about that... It has to happen.  It's one of the most important scenes in a romance play." He explains.

"I quit!" I stand, heading for my bedroom upstairs. Braden follows behind me.

"No, you can't! Come back here. Let's talk about it." He yells.

I stop in my tracks, turning to face him. "If you think I am ever kissing any body for a romance play, then you're more stupid than I ever imagined!"

"Am I the writer? It's what the writer wrote. Besides, if you want this film to sell, there must be a scene where you and YOUR SECOND must kiss. " Braden explains.

"Not happening, Braden! No can't do! I'm calling Cassius about this. "I go to get my phone that I left in my room upstairs.

"No wonder Cassius didn't want me to treat you like an actual actor... It's because you're still a child. "

I stop walking towards my bedroom and turn to look at Braden, who is now heading out. "What did you just say?"

This is an insult.

"I said, you're still a child. Quote me anywhere, Nancy Rutherford."

...and he's out my door.

I drop to my butt, sitting on my stairs, feeling the pain of those words.

It's painful, not just because Braden said them, but because those were the last words of my father before he died. Those exacts words brought back after six years. It brings painful memories all over again.

I cried and cried, from morning till night until I saw black. I didn't even eat, didn't shower - I just felt numb.

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A/N : Who still likes Nancy?

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