When Phoebe Crivari-Routledge and her mother, Charlize, hear word of Phoebe's father and her half brother's sole guardian being presumed dead at sea,
they drop everything in effort to care for John B and move back to the obx.
(cover by me)
(obx sea...
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Linus is waiting for me the second I step foot inside the place he likes to call home. He stands next to the door, looking through the window to the two boys outside with disgust. That look of his, the one that insinuates that he's so much better than everyone else, fuels a deep rage in me.
It's the same look that sometimes rubs off on me.
"Phoebe, will you tell those boys to get off my property before I call the police?" Linus tells me rather than asking me, not peeling his eyes away from the window for a second to even look at me while he's talking.
"One of those boys is my brother, Linus," I protest.
"Which is why I'm giving you the chance to ask them first. Don't make me think twice," Linus turns, stepping forward until he is in front of me. Out of almost reflex, I flinch away from him. He doesn't hide the smile on his face when he notices.
"They'll be gone in a minute, they're just waiting for me to change," I speak timidly, realising the mistake of my words the moment I speak them. His brow twitches for a millisecond, a break in his composure.
"What on God's green earth would make you think you are ever allowed to hang out with dirty bums like them?" His anger would be obvious to even someone in a coma. To me, the heat of his rage is burning. "You have one minute to get rid of them."
