The Girlfriend

Part 8

And the drama ensues... enjoy! JQueens

BAM! I sit up in bed and watch as the morning rays pour in through the open door and the smell of fresh rain invades my trailer. The light hits the back of my brother's head, and his face is slightly cast into shadow but I can still see the smile playing on his lips as he watches me. He tauntingly calls out to me "Sheesh, North, cover up. I don't want to know what you do by yourself in your trailer!"

At his mention at me being alone, my eyes dart to the bed next to me and the space that should not be empty. My eyes frantically scan the room as they finally stop on the closed restroom door, the light shining between the bottom and the carpet. Relief escapes me at both my brother not having seen Emily naked and her not having left.

I get to my feet, proudly displaying my body to him and growl "Well maybe you should learn some manners and knock." He ignores me as his eyes curiously stare at the restroom door. I place myself between him and the door and threateningly tell him "there better be a reason why you come barging into MY trailer at this ungodly hour instead of calling or texting me!"

His face turns from curious to shocked as he calmly says "North, we have been texting you since last night but never got a reply. After several calls went straight to voicemail, Mr. B scheduled another family meeting today at the house at 9am."

My head whips to the alarm clock on my bedside table and am shocked to find it is 9:15am. I can't remember the last time I slept in, much less that I would be late to a family meeting. I curse and grumble out an excuse "My phone got wet last night, I'm not even sure it works."

Luke seems really confused and is about to speak when Silas comes barreling through the door. Silas happily proclaims "Luke, your times up. Ready North?"

I stare at his huge form as I ask "ready for whaaaaa!!!"

But before I can spit out a reply, Silas has me hefted over his shoulder and is spinning on his heels and carrying me out of the trailer. I yell loudly "Silas put me down, you asshole!!!" but he seems ignorant to my screams.

I repeatedly punch him in the kidney and a smile spreads across my face as his steps begin to falter. I start kicking out my feet and feel him begin to lose his balance. But instead of going down, he drops me flat on my back and his sneaker is shoved on to my chest. His face betrays his anger as he curses at me in Greek.

He finally threatens in English "I've had enough of your shit North! Either you get up and show your face with the others. Or I will drag you there!"

I push his shoe off my chest, and wipe at the layer of dirt he left on my skin. I swiftly get up and stare him down. He rolls his shoulders without losing eye contact trying to intimidate me. Luke comes out rushing to step in between us, he waves my black boxers around as if it's a white flag trying to get us to back down. I rip them from his grasp and quickly put them on. He hands me a pair of sweats and t-shirt next and I put them on, ignoring their stares, and trudge my way to the open garage.

The rest of my brothers lie in wait, sitting on plastic folding chairs, as the boss paces back and forth in obvious frustration. At seeing me, Mr. Blackbourne gives me a glare and motions for me to sit on an empty chair. I refuse and instead chose to lean against the opening of the garage. I nod my head at him, motioning him to begin this nonsense.

In his haughty sophisticated toned, he begins "Mr. Taylor, your actions from yesterday have completely crossed a line. While, I will concede and say that maybe yesterday we weren't as supportive to your complaints as we should have been and that you rightly had reason to be angered. What happened afterwards is inexcusable! We track you cellphone to the bar you tend to frequent, which might I add is a habit I do not condone on my team. We assumed you would drink your beers and then head home. However, you stayed longer than usual and might I assume having drunk more than usual as well."