Alison Storm

Chapter 16

Alison

Rhys had to leave two hours ago. The police called cause they wanted to talk to him about his father, so I'm not mad he left. I knew he had to leave eventually.

And I suppose him leaving now is better than staying over. Not because I would have wanted it, but because I know my father will have a lot to say.

When I followed Rhys downstairs as he left, my father was already stalking towards him with that mad frown of his. Not the grumpy shit he has going on all day anyway, no, mad-mad.

Before he could reach either of us, I pushed Rhys out the door and ran upstairs into my room, trying my best to put off talking to my father.

I'm an adult, goddammit, and I can't even speak to my own father...that's how mortified I am.

It's not like he would do anything to me, or Rhys for that matter. That's not like my dad. He may seem all bad but he's really not. And it's not that I am afraid to talk to him, I'm just...embarrassed by what happened earlier.

I took a quick shower, changed my clothes about six times and held whole conversations with myself and gave a quick description to my sister because she's nosy like that, all before I finally find enough courage to face my parents.

As I leave my room, I conveniently run right into a person. "Connor," I say, sounding a lot more breathless than I should.

"You okay, cheeseball?" I nod, holding a hand to my heart to make sure it's still beating. "You look like someone ran you over with a truck, then a car too."

What a great day to have a younger brother that is so humbling. Seriously, if you ever need to get humbled, ask your brother how you look, they'll be brutally honest.

Hell, they'll be honest without you having to ask for their opinion.

"I'm great, thank you so much, lettuce-head."

"Just worrying, y'know. It's not everyday dad asks me to go check on you."

"He did that?" If the rise in my pulse is what Vienna experiences every time she has to leave the house, then I am in need to apologise for constantly asking her to come with me anywhere I go.

"Yeah, like six times in thirty minutes. Was just on my way."

"Do you happen to know where mum and dad are?" I ask him, offering Connor a forced smile.

He shrugs. "Not sure, he called me. But if I had to guess, living room?"

Of course dad called Connor. That man doesn't know what texts are.

"How about we go get some ice cream together? It has been months since we hung up. We can take Aaliyah and Chase with us too. Or better yet, how about a weekend in...I don't know but far away from Medina?"

Connor laughs, tapping his hand on my shoulder. "What did you do, sis?"

"Nothing. I'm the most unproblematic sibling you have."

His eyebrows rise dramatically high, almost high enough to get swallowed up by his far too long brown hair.

Did I ever mention Connor being a complete replica of our father? Just like Vienna and I are replicas of our mother, he's the spitting image of Sir Atlas Storm himself.

Quite fun when you walk the streets with your brother and paparazzi stay the fuck away cause Connor could be just like our father. He's not. He's more like our mother than one would think.

"Most unproblematic?" He chuckles. "Did you see the news this morning?"

I have not.

"First they called Rhys your boyfriend, then talked about how you made out with some random guy at a party, and then they said something about you agreeing on marrying some son of dad's business partner. Like a business deal or something"