I had a pretty normal life. Had a mom and a dad who were divorced. A step dad who cheated on my mom at the wedding with the last person my mom would ever think of. My mom loves him. I can't break her heart. I love her. I had a childhood friend who lived across the street named Mari, who moved in with us about 3 years ago. 6 months after Mom and Alec's wedding. Mari was the only person I told about what happened at the wedding. She was so stunned when i told her. She said she was going to murder his ass. I told her to never hurt him because it would hurt Mom. Our mom. She was like family. So when her parents died in an airplane accident we took her in. She became a Striker. It was Moms idea to move out of our house. Get out of the suburbs and away from the house that sat empty across the street where Mari used to live. Where she grew up. Lived and loved with her now deceased parents. We moved into a townhouse 3 hours from where we used to live. It was such a big change. From Mari and I each having our own rooms to having to share one because of the new babies on the way. And Moms expected to have twins. Damn.
Our lives changed in an instant. It was the most crazy thing. Mom got a job as realtor and Alec got one as nothing. Because he wants to sit on his ass all day. It pisses me off sometimes. Mom made a friend at work named Stacey. She had 2 kids named Bella and Alex. Bella and I were kind of friends but not really. Nobody liked Bella. Especially Mari.
