Motors

13

Cara's POV:

"Let's go to the beach." Asher said.

"The beach?"

"Yeah, you, me, Judah and Heath. We'll have fun for once. Lately it's all been about Quen and Kaylin's wedding, or our wedding. I need a break. And I know you do too." He explained, an ever present grin spread across his face.

"I'd love to go to the beach with you and the boys." I grinned, kissing his head.

"Yay!" He beamed.

"You're like a big kid, you know that?"

"Yes ma'am!"

I just rolled my eyes and went to get changed.

I got changed into my black bikini and put black cut off shorts and a batman midriff top on over it.

I walked back out and saw that Asher was waiting, in his board shorts and a t-shirt, as were his two younger brothers.

"Well. You three get ready fast." I smiled.

"You know it. Now let's go!" Asher cheered.

Okay, we're currently in the Caribbean islands for Quentin and Kaylin's wedding. We would never where such warm weather clothes anywhere in England ever.

"Fine, come on." I grinned, grabbing Judah and Asher's hands. With his free hand, Asher grasped onto Heath's little hand and we all walked out into the warm air outside the beach house we're staying in.

We skipped down to the beach, only me noticing the blonde reincarnation of Cruella D'vil, who was sending a pretty hard glare in my direction.

"Don't pull faces Philipa! The wind will change and you'll be ugly forever... Oops, too late." I laughed as we passed her.

"If I'm ugly it's where you get it from." She hissed.

"If you say so Cruella. At least I don't use the dead hopes and dreams of people as my motive to live, nor do I suck the souls of children out whilst neglecting the needs of my own." I spat and continued walking down to where Quentin was seated on the beach.

"Go talk to him." Asher smiled.

I gave him an appreciative look and went to sit beside my brother.

"What's up buttercup?" I asked, dropping onto the soft sand next to him.

"I wish T-rex was here to see me get married." He said, using the nickname he used to have for Tara.

"Tell me about it. I'm getting married too and I never imagined that my twin wouldn't be right beside me taunting me sarcastically about every minor detail that I'd missed about my wedding." I chuckled dryly.

"She was pretty sarcastic. Wasn't she?" He said, cracking a small smile.

"On the contrary." I said.

"How so?"

"She wasn't sarcastic until the cancer started taking her away." I said, wiping a tear from my eyes.

Quen wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me into a warm hug as I cried silently.

"I miss her so much sometimes Q. Philipa told me that she wishes I died, not Tara. That I'm just a burden. No matter how much everyone says she's wrong, I still believe her. Halley hasn't been replying to my messages or answering my calls and I just feel so alone Q." I rambled.

"Hey, Cara... I miss her too. Philipa is a filthy rotten bitch and you should believe anything she says. And Halley... She's studying at Harvard law. She probably has assignments and shit to take care of, plus she may have lost her phone." He tried to reassure. "And you're not alone. You have me. Plus, that fiancé of yours that's sending a very concerned look in this direction would take a bullet to the brain, get hit by a bus or even a fucking freight train for you. You are nowhere near alone Cara."