Melting The Ice Queen

Chapter 25 Briella POV

"Wow Sammy. Can you yawn louder? I think our grandma in wales didn't wake up because of it." Evie complains loudly, kicking the back of Samuel's seat, trying to annoy him or wake him up. It's quite amusing to see two of them interact and annoy each other.

Samuel let's out another loud yawn and groan before looking back at Evie, giving her a tired glare. "Would you shut it? I'm tired too and we are almost there so when we get there, complain there. Now let me sleep." Samuel scolded quietly before turning back forward, his eyes drifting back to me for a moment. He shoots a tired smile towards me and rests his head against the window, guilt surging through his eyes.

"Sorry that I dragged you here.. I know you must be tired from driving both of us. I can't th-" I cut him off before he can start thanking me again. He did it couple of times over out long drive and I'm both exhausted from the drive and his talking. Not even his smooth voice can make me feel calm without my coffee this late. "It's okay Samuel.. please stop thanking me.. I think it would be for the best if we stopped at motel and you two take a quick nap before going back on the road. It's pretty late."

Evie springs up from her seat in the back, picking her head between the seats. "Ohhh a love hotel?" "ABSOLUTELY NOT." Samuel scolds Evie, with his cheeks turning alarmingly red and flicks her forehead which makes her retreat back to her seat like a goblin retreating back to its cave, hissing and growling. Every interaction from them makes me think back to my interactions with my own siblings. More to Bridget.

Our relationship has been more strained than ever since we started working together. I love her but she seems to think of me as a traitor since I 'chose' dad and not mom and her. Which is not true. Mom only wanted her. She made that very clear. Bridget just can't understand that mom could ever be mean. To her our mother is a saint who gave birth to us when she was too young and single-handedly raised us and made us who we are.

Right yea. She raise Bridget like mini her while she dumped me on dad. Everything I remember doing, it was with dad and I remember only him coming my kindergarten and school stuff but when Bridget even got a participation ribbon. Our mommy dearest threw a grand party since her daughter is oh so talented. Like who does that? I win first place in a math competition and I don't even get a 'good job' or 'I'm proud of you' from her. It wasn't fair. It's not fair.

My grip on the steering wheel tightens as more memories of our mothers blatant favouritism showed but Bridget was and is too blind to see. Like on our birthdays she always got more gifts, always chose the guests, chose the cake, the theme and more cake since she is the 'younger' one.

She is only seven minutes younger but to my mother it meant that she was seven years younger or something. It doesn't really matter now but when i was younger it really bothered me since i was just kid. It hurt me to know that my own mother couldn't love me like she loved Bridget than me. If she even loves me. It's really difficult to tell. To others it might seem like she is  just 'tolerating' me but really this is just how she is. She is a manipulative, vile and vindictive witch. She cares for her reputation and her appearance. She would rather die than lose her face. I wasn't good enough to be part of her perfect family. Luckily for Bridget, she loved mom and she was pretty enough to be part of it.

My mind was clouded by so many thoughts that i didn't even realise that both Walker siblings have gotten out of my car and were quietly waiting for me. Feeling stupid for spacing out, I hastily stop my car and gather my stuff in my car before also getting out of my car. I murmur a quiet "My apologies" and walk ahead as they follow me inside the motel's reception area. All three of us stay quiet since we are tired and it's late at night and we just want to go to sleep. Evie is basically falling asleep while walking and Samuel is yawning every five seconds. As for me, i'm blinking more than usual which tells me that i'm feeling dusty and stinky. Being in the car for around seven hours will do that to you.