Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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Blair seemed to have a way of making Jericho sway to her every demand. Was it the smile? The color of her eyes? What was so charming about the girl? Everyone seemed to melt whenever they caught sight of her.
She wasn't even that cute. I rolled my eyes at my childish thoughts, swaying my feet as I silently ate my ice cream.
I'd fallen awfully silent since she stepped foot in the car. Not that anyone could notice; the girl talks enough for the three of us.
I wonder what would happen if I had two of my favorite girls here. Jinx and Juliet would have a blast with Blair. I know they would. Juliet would want to do her hair, would beg even. And Jinx would recount stories she read to pass the time.
"We should go to the pier," Jericho commented as they discussed what we could do next.
"No, no, no," Blair scrunched up her nose, "it smells like fish. We should go back to the house and build a fort. Luca will let us use his crutches as a stand, right?"
I stuffed a scoop of chocolate ice cream into my mouth and shook my head.
She rolled her eyes at my silence, "rude," she scoffed.
"Relax," Jericho cut in when I fixed a glare at the table in front of me, "Don't annoy him Bee, he didn't sleep well last night."
"Me either," she huffed, "Natarie was crying all night because she wanted to go back to mom's house. But mom was working a night shift and that's why we stayed with dad. But dad had his girlfriend over, so she kept waking me up instead since she didn't want to wake her by accident."
She took a big scoop of ice cream and spoke around it, "which is dumb. Natarie actually likes her."
"Do you like her?" Jericho asked hesitantly.
I had to refrain from rolling my eyes. Jericho seemed to be exercising emotional awareness with the wrong crowd. Kids our age didn't like talking about sensitive topics like this.
"She's okay, a bit dimwitted. But she's trying."
I raised a brow and took another scoop; stuffing my mouth so I wouldn't be forced to talk. I didn't want the topic of step parents to fall back on me, considering I love my step parents more than my actual pair.
Jericho didn't need to know that. It wasn't something I need my brother- of all people- to know.
"I'm sorry kids," he reached out and ruffled my hair.
Jericho seemed to apologize a lot. Every sentence seemed to end as though he didn't mean to offend anyone with his opinions. He was trying to make himself more comfortable to be around; he was trying to force a space into our hearts.
He's won Blair over; he wasn't going to win me. He could apologize for the wrongs in my life and I still wouldn't let him in. Because if I forgive him- and all the wrongs he did in my life- I'd have to forgive the others.
