Devil's Daughters

Chapter 8.

Bria's POV

I took a deep breath. Then I knocked on the door. I heard running steps and soon the door opened.

"Bria!!" my little brother yelled and hugged me. I lifted him in the air and spun around a few times until I put him down.

"Matteo, you've grown a lot!" I laughed.

"I know!!" He yelled and rushed inside. "Dad!! Dad!! Bria's here!!"

My father, Julio, came from the kitchen smiling.

"Bria great to see you!" He came to hug me. I hugged him tightly; we hadn't seen each other for a month because dad's family had gone to Spain to visit Abuela. Abuela lived in Spain and dad had been trying to get her to move to America for years.

"Lovely to see you!" I pulled away from the hug and headed toward my room with my bag. My room was the smallest because I only stayed here every other weekend.

 When I came back to the kitchen I asked, "How is Abuela?"

"She's doing well. Still doesn't want to move." Dad said and rolled his eyes. I laughed. I looked around the big kitchen.

"Where's Anne?" I asked in wonder.

"Anne decided to go for a massage with her friends." dad responded.

I nodded. My father and I talked about my school, my friends and everything. Then Matteo demanded that I play Mario Kart with him while dad made tacos for dinner.

"Tacos are ready kids!" dad shouted after 20 minutes.

Matteo ran into the kitchen, yelling, "Tacos, yay!!"

I followed him, laughing. We sat at the table and ate together. I had missed this kind of family life.

 After we had eaten, we heard the front door open and we heard a familiar voice: "Hey, I'm home mijo!" Anne stepped into the kitchen smiling, hugged her son tightly and kissed him on top of his head. Anne smiled at me.

"Bria! Nice to see you too." I nodded with a smile.

"Thanks for the food papá!" I said and went to my room. I sat on my bed and looked to see if mom had left a message. She had. "I made it to New York, dear. Be nice and don't be mean to Anne" I snorted. Mom hated Anne, especially because Anne criticized the way mom raised me.

I decided to go to sleep even though it was only 8 pm. I changed into my pyjamas and quickly fell asleep.

Georgia's POV

I could not sleep.

I couldn't stop thinking about Bria and our kiss. It had been wonderful. But afterward, I couldn't believe I did that! My first friend in years and I went to ruin everything.

 I don't usually cry. I classify crying as showing weakness, as well as emotions. But now I was crying. I cried for many hours.

It felt bad to be so cold to Bria at school, but I didn't dare to say anything. I cried myself to sleep that night.

Now you've met Bria's parents! I promise the next chapter will be more interesting!

Wayne