Family
I hate Travis. I really do. I curse the day four years ago when my brother brought him home like some stray dog. In fact, a stray dog would have been a hundred times better.
My brother has a good heart… truly an angel in disguise. How he could be best friends with Travis is beyond my understanding! Travis is really… devil incarnate!
When we were younger, his pranks included pulling my hair, stealing my lunch or reading my diary. But this year, I decided to take the high road and just ignore him, tune him out. I guess, he found more creative ways of making my life hell. Lately, he’s been putting me through uncomfortable situations. He flirts with me, not because he thought I was attractive, but because he knows I blush the brightest shade of red whenever he touches me or throws a sexual joke my way.
Since he and my brother became best buds, he stays in the guest bedroom at least three times a week for the last four years. And my parents just adore him, they feel the family is incomplete if Travis is not around.
One time, I wanted to insult him and irritate him, I asked, “Why do you stay here all the time? Don’t you have a house of your own?”
He smirked. “Of course I do. Depends on which state or country you were referring to.” He said in an arrogant tone.
My brother slightly shook his head and shot me a look that almost said, Don’t go down that lane. You won’t win.
I didn’t get what my brother meant at that time. But one day, I saw a limo park in our driveway. I stared at it in awe. Then the driver got out and opened the passenger door. Travis stepped out of it.
“What time shall I pick you up, Master Travis?” The driver asked.
Master Travis? What is happening to the world?
“Don’t worry about it. I think I’ll spend the night here.” Travis replied.
“Sure, Sir. Give me a call when you require my services.”
Travis saw me watching him and his driver, with my mouth wide open.
His eyes gleamed and I didn’t miss the cocky look he pasted on his face. He approached me.
Then he leaned forward and whispered to my ear. “Try not to look too amazed, sweetheart. It’s called a limousine. Limo for short.” Then he pushed my chin up to close my mouth. And with a low chuckle, he went inside my house.
A month ago, he turned fifteen. I never saw the limo again. But always, a sleek red Porsche or a white Bentley, or a yellow Corvette or an orange Maserati would be parked in front of my house, indicating his presence.
Okay, so Travis was not just rich. He is super rich! But I wonder why he spends more time in my house than he does in his many, many estates?
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