My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #46: The Hacker's Home

CHAPTER 1

I stare at her, my mirror image, and No, I'm not talking about my reflection in a mirror, this was my exact copy, "You're pregnant?" I say slowly, I'd only been back here in London for three hours, and my twin sister, Cecilia tells me she's pregnant, albeit by two months, so she wasn't showing much at the moment, but it was still a shock when she doesn't drink the cherry red wine I got the second I landed, "With a...fetus?" I ask dumbly.

"Baby. Could you just say baby?" She exasperates.

"Are you going to mention the father?" I question her, being the eldest by six minutes, I felt thrown into the deep end with this one, my twenty-four year old twin sister looked stilled.

"You remember Darren? He's one of the guys that was in Connell's group in high school." She says slowly.

I stare at her blankly. "You did not bloody sleep with one of the Initiates?" That's what they called themselves in high school, and Connell, the silver-eyed bastard of the century who I would compete with in all of high school. I helped torment him as much as he'd done to me, but the way I left him wasn't exactly the worst of moments, but certainly left a guy high and dry. I wasn't the most well-behaved kid, in fact Cecilia was the goody-two-shoes, I was the troublemaker that loved everything reckless. I use to dominate Xander Connell in high school, sometimes even annihilate him and his team before I graduated high school at seventeen and flew to Washington D.C, to make a name for myself as one, and to be something far bigger.

Now, I could do what I needed to without going anywhere, hence why I got back here.

Cecilia winces, "They all got into the military before coming back here. Connell is the chief of police now. Darren works closely with our European law enforcement. They actually all live across the street. They share about three houses." She explains to me.

Before the lasagna dings at the same time as the doorbell rings, "Oh shoot, can you get that? It's probably Henrietta from next door, I'll get dinner." She insists, while I sigh and take my wine, stepping towards the hallway and taking a sip of my wine as I open the door.

Penetrating blue eyes glares at me, "You're fucking drinking wine, woman? Are you trying to kill our baby? Give me that, Cecilia. What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Darren snatches the glass from my hands and standing behind him are five Initiates and right there, silver eyes squints at me.

Cecilia glares at Darren when I look to her because she's come running over here and he froze, looked between us and then at the wine glass in his hand, wincing as the rest widen their eyes, "Darren, that's not me, you idiot!" She snaps.

Darren stills and stares at me with a blank expression that soon runs pale, his eyes widen. I grab my glass of wine, they were holding beers. Chinese takeout. DVDs from the store like they just lost a decade on their lives.

I look Darren down, "See, he's hot, but like any cop, he has no brain cells, Cecil. Nothing." I tell her, slapping the door in their stunned faces before a black boot stops the door from slamming shut and a broad-shouldered, pissed off looking Xander Connell stands above me.

I look from his piercing eyes, "Ugh, I haven't had enough alcohol to see you." I tell him, shaking my head and moving my butt back to the kitchen while Darren mutters 'thank the lord, but holy shit, you could've given us a heads up, baby' to Cecilia as he gestures between Xander and I when I move around the kitchen island to the fridge.

Xander's eyes don't leave my skull, I pull the cork out of the wine and pour some in, "What are you doing back?" His voice got deeper, huskier, straight down my spine-I could feel him. His scent, the smell of him, his woodsy cologne and that choice of attire was both simple but plain hot. Which was annoying in the least, but I don't stare directly at all that, just at those stormy eyes that used to shine with such dazzling happiness, was now so masked over, he held his walls up tightly.