Act Like A Family

~Chapter One~

I couldn't fucking believe this shit! One good looking French lady, and my Father is moving us all out from our natural habitat, and into some barren fucking town where they probably throw pinecones at cats for entertainment for the summer.

The house, was placed in the most empty looking land.

There was only one single driveway, and after two minutes of shady woods and a bumpy road, it ended in a driveway of a small opening. One single two story home, a dusted brown looking color with a small one car parking garage. It had a spacious porch in the front, but whenever someone stood there, the woods surrounding the house gave them a eerie feeling.

When we had pulled up, I couldn't help but press my face into the thin glass of the car window and stare droopy eyed at the place I was occupying for the summer. I hated it already.

It was only me and my father at the moment, his girlfriend and two out of nine children would be arriving fresh from France around this afternoon.

Oh, and by the way, yes. You read correctly. Nine...this chick has pushed out nine motherfucking babies. I doubt it's the sex that my father is still with her for... He parked in front of the porch steps, and the second the car was still, my hand was on the door handle and I was setting foot on the green grass surrounding the house.

I began to hate it even more with its simple elegance that my last home couldn't even attempt to top. I was mad, confused and moody.

I had so many plans set this summer!

I had to drop all of that, and stay days away in this non-suburban hole in the ground. My father walked around the front of the car, keys in his hands and approached me from behind.

We stood there, silent, necks craned and staring up at the looming house.

"The town is not far, about two miles down the road. You can-" "-Excuse me, town? You mean the cluster fuck of tiny stores that probably only sell expired shit from Wal-Mart," I scoffed, walking up the front steps, rolling my eyes as they creaked, but a bit relived from the sun when I entered the shade of the porch.

I could feel him stare at the back of my head as I paused to open the door,

"It's unlocked."

I muttered something he couldn't hear, and walked inside. The house, was already set up. My father had hired movers to take all our shit, and make the house look as if we had been living here for years. It did, the same worn out couch and kitchen set was set perfectly.

Except now, our things mingled and mixed with hers, and her boys. New odd looking things accompanied ours. I went up to my room that was upstairs, along with the twins room and a single bathroom.

Yes, her boys are twins. And, they are pushing twenty seven. I was unsure if maybe it was a French thing to drag your sons with you everywhere, or if maybe they insisted. I hadn't meant them at all, only seen pictures whenever she rarely came by to see my father month to month. She showed me on her tiny phone, and I would have to narrow my eyes to see them.

They were cute tall light skinned boys, and last I heard they were dancers, and popular ones. They shared the same attire as I remembered. Rings all along their fingers, and sporting the same tall Afros. Their style was fresh though, I would admit that.

My tongue toyed with my bottom lip piercing as I opened the wooden door to my room, peeking in, then stepping inside. It looked the same, actually. Except this room was bigger, allowing more breathing room then my last.

I stepped in, closing the door behind me and looked left to right, leaning my back against the door. I let my head fall back against the door, closing my eyes.