Their Style

Chapter 9

Isabel's POV

All of us were crammed into a ghetto hotel room in the middle of the small Canadian town of Fort Frances. My parents grew up here. They met here. In fact all of our parents met here.

"Can I go see Rylee?" I asked my mom.

"Yeah actually, your dad and I have to go somewhere, so you're going to be in charge of all the kids" my mom shot me a guilty smile.

"So, I'm babysitting?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Just for the day" dad said.

"The whole day!?"

"Take them down to the pool?" mom suggested, "But, you are not allowed, under any circumstances, to leave this hotel"

"Why?"

"Just trust us" dad said.

"Alright" I shrugged.

Later mom, dad and the rest of
their crew left all of us kids, who sat in awkward silence. Except for Tibalt, who was rolling around on the floor, scratching his back.

"So, what are we supposed to do?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah, are we just supposed to sit in this very gross hotel all day?" Cameron added.

"We could go swimming?" I suggested.

"That pool is probably full of stds" Sam remarked.

"Well I don't know!" I snapped at him, "You find something to do!"

"I have an idea, why don't we leave the hotel, and meet back up here later?" Sam suggested.

"No, we're not allowed to leave" I replied.

"And you always follow the rules, right?" He laughed to himself.

"Yeah, I'd rather not get on my mom's bad side right now"

"Yeah, I'm with Isabel" Rylee butted in, "I'm already on my mom's bad side,
thanks to my stupid ex boyfriend"

"Let's not get into some stupid Dr.Phil drama shit" Sam rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry okay! I just had a really bad experience" Rylee cried. I comforted her.

"Alright, everyone who wants to be on the Dr. Phil show can stay here, and anyone who's down for a little adventure come with me" Sam spoke.

"Sam-"

"I'm not letting you go alone" Jasmine stood by him.

Racin stood by Jasmine, "I need to stay with my lady"

"Racin!" Rylee snapped, "If you go with him I'll tell mom and dad"

"Go ahead"

It was like I feel the anger radiate off Rylee, "don't think I won't!"

"Damon? Cameron?" Sam asked.

Damon shook his head, "my mom will flip shit on me"

"Yeah, sorry Sam" Cameron added.

Sam crouched down to his knees, "what about you Brinley?"

"Sam!" I yelled, "she is six years old!"

"I want to go!" Brinley bounced up.

"No- Brinley stay here" Damon picked her up.

"But I want to go to!"

"If you stay here we'll buy you ice cream" I offered.

"If you come with us, we'll buy you a new skipping rope!" Sam said.