I Wanna Be Free, I Wanna Be Loved

Ch. 4: Say What?

RYAN'S POV

"Mom, this is total bullshit!" I exlaimed "I already have one sister I don't fucking need another one"

"Ryan, watch your language" she snapped.

"Oh I'm sorry if you want him to be calm when you tell us that another body is going to be occupying space in this house" Rachel cut in.

"Do you hear yourselves right now? I thought my children would be more open-minded to helping the child of a family friend"

"Fine" I said "She can live in your room"

"No, no. I want her to have a space of her own. That's why she'll be moving into your room, Ry. You and Rachel will have to share again like when you were kids"

"Fuck that shit!" I yelled "Have her live with Rachel! I'm not giving up my room"

"Dude, I don't want her either!" Rachel said "Why can't she just live up in the attic?"

"You both know it's dusty and cluttered up there" mom said.

"What if she took your 'craft space'? You know the little corner room that used to be the guest room?" Rachel asked.

"There's hardly any space in there for her" mom replied.

"What's your point? The kid should be thankful we're taking her in at all" I said.

"Well clearly I'm the only one accepting her, you two are just being difficult. Now do you want to come pick her up with me or not?"

"Definitely or not" Rachel said.

"Ugh" mom said before grabbing her car keys and heading for the garage.

"Dude, what do you think she'll be like?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know, mom didn't say anything about her. We just got yelled at about her living here" I said.

"I think the government lady sent a file. Mom has it in her room"

We went upstairs passing both our rooms and going into mom's. Ever since dad split, she had massively remodled in here, everything was in shades of pastel and so girly. We found our prize on mom's desk and Rachel snagged it. We took it back to her dungeon of red and black, the room across the hall from mine. My room was pretty basic; posters of bands on the walls, guitar books all over the floor. Rachel and I may have been twins but when it came to lifestyles, we didn't have all the same interests. We barely looked alike anymore because she dyed her hair and had a nose piercing. She also had a tattoo of vampire fangs on her lower back that her boyfriend paid for.

"Name: Hannah May Evans. Age: 16. Date of birth: November 21, 1991" Rachel read out.

"So she's only a few months younger than us" I said.

"Dude, she sounds really boring. We need to rough up her edges" Rachel said.

"Rach, I don't know if--"

"Don't tell me you're suddently growing a pair" Rachel snapped.

"We all know you have the biggest dick in this family" I replied.

"Yeah and right now my balls are thinking that this girl needs a little SoCal spunk. Let's take her to a rave or an underground tattoo studio. Hell let's get her smashed and have some guy take her home!"

"You know, Rach. Not everyone has the desire to be a demon like you. This isn't even the real you, it's just an act that you put on so you can get boys to notice you. Well they do notice you and they're scared of you. That's why the only boys who hit on you are creepy pervs or those guys with pierced nipples"

"Hey why don't you fuck off, Oprah?" she said. I left her room and closed the door. I heard her turn on some death metal so I went to my room and stuck my headphones in and turned my iPod to The Rolling Stones while waiting for mom to get home with Hannah. Who knows, maybe she would be cute, not that I would ever think of our house guest like that, but who knows.