Chapter 2

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Usually the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning is either my dog, Buster, or my six year old niece, Orion. I dont mind, to be honest. I love my dog so much and I love Orion even more. When I wake up with my dog by my side, I usually pet him and sometimes I  let him lick my toes while I plan out my day. Other days, when Orion wakes me up, I'm usually met with a coloring book right on my face or sometimes she stomps over to my room, crying because her dad won't make her pancakes for breakfast. However, today thats not the case. Today I was woken up by the smell of a familiar cologne and by the sound of someone clapping their hands. What is this, the fucking Oprah show?

"Come on! Wake up!" The person says, poking on my back. I recognize the familiar deep voice.

What the fuck does Liam wants? He usually wakes up and does what he has to do before leaving. He never wakes me up unless he needs me to drive Orion to school or something like that. At this point I'm fully awake and I have no intention on moving. Im going to let him think im still sleeping, maybe he'll leave me alone.

"Lucia! I know you're awake." I flip around now facing a livid Liam. This is why I always say my big bro won't make it to see his daughter at least graduate from high school. He'll have a heart attack before one of these days for getting angry all the time.

"If this is about the Panamera, then yeah, I did take it yesterday." I say nonchalantly.

Liam makes a face and then rolls his eyes at me, jaw tense and hands closed into a tight fist.

"We were supposed to meet with dad today for brunch and here you are," He grabs my blanket, tossing it aside. "Sleeping." He smacks the the side of his thigh with his hands.

Shit! I completely forgot dad wanted to have brunch with all of us today. He's probably angry, too. I quickly get up from my bed, eyes wide and my chestnut hair all over the place.

"Shit! I fucking forgot about it." I rush to my closet pulling out a shirt and then moving to my hamper getting last nights jeans. I hear Liam calling my name from behind me. I mumble a few curse words while trying to change.

"Its fine." He sighs. "Its over anyways."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I always screw things up, always. I kick my hamper a few times before sitting on the floor. I look up to Liam who is now leaning against my closets doorframe.

"Is he mad?" I ask nervously.

He nods. "Enraged."

"Alright then. Does he wants to see me?" I ask stepping out of the closet. Lol im not gay, by the way.

Liam takes a deep breath and takes a seat on my bed. "No, he wanted me to tell fill you in, actually."

I take a seat on my vanity, taking out a brush. I think it's time to brush out this hair. Let me see.. I think I haven't brushed my hair in three weeks.... Yeah, cause I haven't washed my hair in three weeks. Almost a month, it's  a record.

"Well," Liam takes a deep breath before continuing. "He wanted to talk about some arrangements he's done at the office." He pauses.

I look at him through the mirror and motion him with my brush for him to continue.

"First of all, how come Zayn went but you didn't? That actually got dad even madder." Liam chuckels lightly. Ugh!

I roll my eyes deciding to ignore his question.

"Im guessing you guys got into a fight, yet again."

"Yes." I mumble under my breath. "But it was his fault this time, okay." I explain.

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