"You really get on my nerves, Sunshine." I stare her down, watching as her lips curl into a smile.
Carson brings her hand to my own. "But you like that, don't you Ian?"
"You're lucky I do."
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Killian sees others as an interference in his life...
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Sunday, December 4th
As I stand on the steps to my parent's mansion, I remember exactly why I absolutely dread coming here.
I ring the doorbell, waiting patiently for someone to come to the door. I nervously clutch the bag in my hands as I see the figure of someone approaching behind the blurred glass. The door clicks, and I hold my breath as it opens.
"Hey, it's been a while."
My sister, Layla, is the one at the door. I let out a sigh of relief as her being the first one I see tonight puts me somewhat at ease. She gives me a quick hug, knowing that I'm not the biggest hugger. Behind her are some of my parent's servants, and I step inside to greet them.
"Master Killian, are you staying for the night?" the older one asks me, gesturing towards my bag.
I manage to fake a smile. "Yes. Please put this in my room."
"Of course, sir," she says, and the servants disperse.
I look towards Layla, who stands with her arms crossed over her chest. She hasn't changed since the last time I saw her, although, that was only a few months ago. It's a surprise considering she always finds some way to change something at least every month. Whether that be another tattoo or a change of her hair color. She's two years older than me, and probably the least responsible person I've ever seen.
Layla looks a lot more like my father. The same broad shoulders, smile, hair color; everything. The only thing she didn't get were his eyes. Hers are blue like my mother's, while mine are brown, like my father's.
That's one thing I can differentiate from my mother with.
My sister puts a hand on my shoulder. "Just do what we always do." She uses her fingers to push the corners of my mouth up. "Smile and nod."
I hear the sound of heels clacking on the floor, and from around the corner of the elegant arch way is my mother. I adjust my glasses on my face to prepare myself.
"Killian, dear!"
The flamboyant sleeves of her dress fly up into the air as she raises her hands. She makes her way over to me, and we keep our distance. My mother is covered in luxury brands from head to toe. Even though she is in her own house, she insists on being bedazzled during every moment of the day.
"Go on, your father is in the living room," she says with a wrinkled smile. "I'll have the maids fetch you something to drink."
I brush past her and further into the mansion as she and Layla go off to the kitchen. Useless hallways filled with expensive furniture and paintings fill the space. Not much room is left for something as trivial as a family portrait.
There in the living room is my father, sipping on a cup of -most likely- coffee. When he sees me, he sets the cup in his hand down and stands up to greet me with a smile.
