Chapter Two – Talk
I hate Sunday mornings here. Not only do they suck because everyone wakes up super early just for breakfast, but they suck because we had to spend time with each other. And unfortunately, I wasn’t too fond of my family—especially my dad. Man, he was a buzzkill. I had one brother and two sisters, to say in the least that my sisters weren’t all fucking annoying would be a ball-faced lie. They had no excuse for being as annoying as they were. “Trendsetters” is what they call themselves. Ugh, please. My brother was hardly ever around—I call him Rogue because that’s pretty much what he is. He abides by no law, not even my fathers. My mother died in childbirth so I have this happy-go-lucky stepford-wife stepmother who has her own set of kids that I don’t even bother to… I just don’t.
“Sammantha!” Stepford-mother called. I narrowed my eyes and pulled up my sweatpants. I began to walk down the stairs, hard, making my annoyance clear. I stepped into the dining room.
“Sam.” I corrected and took a seat next to my brother Brandon. He snickered.
“Dad’s pretty pissed at you,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes.
“When isn’t Dad pissed at me?”
“We heard that you and J.J. were doing stuff in the woods,” Sofia—my youngest sister—said. She made sexual gestures with her hands. I flicked her off.
“Mom! Sammy just gave me the finger!” she snitched.
“Sammantha, what have I told you about foul language and gestures. You’re a lady, act like one.” Stepford-mother scolded and placed the food on the table.
“Sam.” I corrected again, this time sharper than the last. “And tell Sofia to stop assuming I’m a slut because I have a boyfriend.”
“Well, you do come home at unreasonable times in the night,” my other sister Tess said brushing a blonde lock behind her ear. I just rolled my eyes.
“Trust me, if I were doing slutastic acts, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.” I said dryly. Brandon laughed.
“Of course, my favorite of this household.” He said amused.
Dad descended the steps. Typically, whenever Dad came everyone shut up. It was just a routine-respectful thing we did. Why? I couldn’t tell you. Brandon just sighed heavily. He was probably going to get the typical lecture: “Did you get a job?” “Are you joining the pack” “Are you leaving for college?” Brandon didn’t have any long-term plans. He didn’t want to do anything but be a nomad—a Rogue. I didn’t blame him. I began to pile food on my plate seeing as I was starving and began to stuff my face before Dad could bother to lecture me about last night’s events, because I know that’s what he’s going to roast me on.
“Brandon, I see you’re up with the family,” Dad said as he took his seat.
“I’m only here for the food, not the festivities, so don’t get excited.” Brandon said sharply.
“Fair enough.”
Well that was short and unexpected. Dad immediately turned his gaze upon me. I began to cower. He just had that way about him—very stern, impassive. You never knew what he was thinking.
“Jamison told me about last night’s incident,” Dad started as Stepford-mother began to pile his plate.
“Jamie.” I corrected. “And of course he did.”
“Why didn’t you obey Jamison’s orders?” Dad said narrowing his eyes at me. I sighed heavily.
“The same reason why I don’t obey anyone else’s orders. He’s not my dad, he’s my boyfriend. He’s not my Alpha, he’s my boyfriend. He has no reign over me.”
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