The Other CEO (On Hold)

Chapter 3: Confrontations

November's POV:

"Party much?"

I jump at the voice and whip around to look at my sixteen year old sister Gena. She looks older than the last time I saw her.

Which would be three years ago. After ... the accident five years ago I graduated from high school real quick to dive into my duties concerning my dad's company. I left our mansion at the age of seventeen, not being able to bear with the pain and loss. I bought a penthouse near the company and buried myself in work. I abandoned my two teenage sisters and father. My family. Or what was left of it. I saw my dad every day at the company for my training and he begged me to come back home. I refused. I haven't seen my sisters since.

Gena's brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she's wearing a white tank top with blue circles in the middle of it and some light jean shorts. She still doesn't look anything like sixteen, though. The genes in our family let us all look a lot younger than we actually are. Due to that fact, she looks more like thirteen.

"Man, you scared me." I gasp, clutching at my heart.

"What are you doing here? You haven't been home for ages and all of a sudden when the press moves onto you, you decide to what? Get help here?"

Okay. Someone is clearly pissed.

"Geez, Gen, calm down. It's not like I abandoned you or something."

Okay, that was a lie.

She stares at me through wide eyes. "You didn't abandon us? Are you serious?! What else did you do? Ever since Mom and James died in that plane crash, you left us. 'Training for taking over the company' and 'studying for school' and 'fucking every male who'd take you'! You left when we needed you most. I needed you. Dad needed you. Lou needed you. We all did!"

I narrow my eyes at the mention of my mother and sibling. "Don't talk about ... them." I glare at my sister.

She stands up from the table she's been sitting at in the kitchen when I came in.

"They're dead, Ember. Time to move on. It's been five years!" she hisses. "I don't care, Gena! I don't give a fuck if it's been one or five years! Just don't talk to me about them!" My voice is so loud by now that I'm screaming.

Gena moves onto me. "You're just pitiful. No wonder nobody likes you." She smirks as she says this.

I growl angrily, raising my hand, about to slap her, when a loud gasp from the kitchen door stops me. I turn around, only to find my other sister, Lou, standing there, staring at me with wide eyes and mouth agape.

She rushes toward Gena, hugging her tightly. 

"What are you doing here, November?"

Lou is beautiful. My mom always said so. She has long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and really high cheekbones. My mom would also say that we looked alike.

"I'm here because ... well, the press ... I mean ... ugh I don't have to justify coming home!" I snap, getting even more angry.

Lou and I were really close. Many people actually thought that we were twins even though she's two years younger than I am. In school I always looked out for her and Gen. And then everything was destroyed by that ... accident.

Lou scowls. "Actually, this isn't your home anymore, November. It stopped being that when you left three years ago."

I sigh. "Look, I had my reasons. You would've done the same if you had been in my situation."

Actually, I don't think she would've. Lou was always calm and rational. When we fought she never flipped. Whereas I always skyrocketed high if I had a good reason to.

People who got to know us at the same time always thought she was the older one. Because I was so immature. Ja... He always knocked some sense into me.

"I would've never left you. We were your younger sisters and you just left.  We were grieving!"

"You were not the only ones grieving! I lost ... them, too!" I suddenly yell.

See, that's what I mean. I have some serious anger issues.

"You can't even say their names. Mom and James, November! Your mother and brother!"

"You don't even know what fucking happened! I haven't cried since that day! Do you know how fucked up that is?!"

"No wonder. You didn't even show at the funeral! And what do you mean, we don't know what even happened?!" hisses Lou.

"That's enough now, November." I hear my father's soft voice. The tears that have built in my eyes threaten to spill over, so I turn and rush out of the kitchen to my father's office.

So much for coming home.

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So, what do you think? Do you like where this is going? What do you think of Lou and Gena? Please let me know!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Sorry I haven't updates for that long but as I said I was busy.

So how was your Christmas? Did you get what you wanted? Was it a happy event?

So I signed up for a journalism workshop in February and I'm so excited. I really wanna write my own article for a public newspaper! I really wanna study journalism but it's hard to gain knowledge of we don't even have a school paper. Ugh.

Anyway, I'll update as soon as I can! Bye!

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