the fuck it list

chapter 16

Ｑｕｉｎｎ Ａｎｇｅｌｏ

My head pounds and the light streaming in makes it even worse. I turn in my bed the silk sheets encasing my body.

"So you kissed her?" Jacob asks, bursting through my door.

"Go the fuck away."

"I thought you didn't like her." he prods.

"I don't fucking like her dumbass, it was just a kiss." I stand up from my bed and walk over to the ensuite bathroom. I brush my teeth and splash water over my face trying to wake me up.

It's already midafternoon and Jacob is still here lounging around on the couch playing a video game.

"What's up with you and Adelyn?" I ask.

"I think I like her, it's just she has something going on that I'm not sure I want to find out.

My phone vibrates signaling I got a notification. I quickly pull out my phone to find a text from my mom.

Make sure to pick up your sister.

I roll my eyes at the text and go to sit down with Jacob. I pick up a controller and start to play with him.

I like my sister. It's just that she prefers my dad over my mom when my dad was the whole reason my parents are divorced, well maybe not the whole reason Lil's mom had something to do with it as well.

I make a mental note to pick her up and hope I don't forget.

After a few hours pass Jacob leaves and I leave to get my sister. He lives an hour away which isn't right he should be far, far away. I reached his house. It looks like he would live here, a big house with big windows, and an even bigger door.

I knock on the thick mahogany wood. No answer comes so I bang my fist against the door header. Someone finally opens the door.

"Oh my god, how are you Quinn?" she asks, moving to hug me.

I back away from her hug, they have the same eye color but her eyes are nicer. "I'm just here to pick up my sister and not interact with anyone that thinks homewrecking is ok." I give her a sickly sweet smile and move past her into the abnormally cold house.

It looks the same as last time, cold, white, and empty. Guess that's one way you could describe my father. I wander around the lifeless house and wait for my sister. My shoes squeak on the clean marble floor and echo against the high ceilings.

My sister eventually bounds down the stairs dragging a pink duffle bag behind her. I head to the door to wait in my car for her. They say their goodbyes and she climbs into my car.

"Why are you in a mood?" she asks from beside.

"Well Katie, I fucking hate dad and his homewrecking wife," I say bluntly.

"She did nothing wrong, they loved each other." We have this argument every time it always ends with us sitting in silence.

"Then dad shouldn't have lied to our mom."

"You haven't fallen in love with anyone to know-" I cut her off.

"And you know what true love is?" is all I ask. I welcome the silence.