The Trouble With Love Is You

Chapter Six- The Trouble With Love Is You

Copyright © 2012 RainbowKisses

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~*Six*~

I tried very hard not to look impressed when my mother pulled into the driveway of one of the big-ass houses I’ve ever seen.

I pulled out my suitcase nonchalantly ignoring her big performance of sweeping into the house.

What surprised me wasn’t the amount of furniture inside; it was the blond sitting at the dining table.

“Is that,” she pointed at me distastefully, “the new maid, mum?”

The world came crashing down, “you got remarried?” I cried. “And why the hell did she call me the maid!”

The brunette sniffed, “I don’t see how that any of your business.”

My mother disregarded my outburst, “Krista honey,” her voice was so sickly sweet it made me want to vomit. “Remember how I told you about Jordan, my other daughter?” She winced on the word. Clearly it was hard for her to call me that.

She made a very unladylike noise, “Jordan? Isn’t that a guy’s name? Who chose it?” Her eyes swiveled towards my mother who shook her head.

“Her father chose it,” she replied firmly obviously not wanting to bring up the subject of him.

“Where is my room?” I asked wanting to escape and put my stuff away.

“Go up the two flights of stairs, you’ll find the attic ladder. That’s where your room is.” She replied raising a penciled eyebrow.

“You want me to sleep in the attic?” My voice shot up an octave higher.

“Is that a problem?”

“There are at least fifteen stinking bedrooms in this fucking house and you want me to sleep in the attic?” I yelled.

She ignored me so instead of arguing further, I pulled my suitcase up the stairs jerking it across the marble angrily. I was surprised it didn’t crack since I used more force than necessary.

“Maybe lift it up?”

My head snapped up catching sight of a blonde. I wanted to kick myself for agreeing to move back. Twin sisters? I ignored her and continued to drag it up the stairs.

Three second later, blood red nails were digging into my arm. “No one ignores me like that. You do whatever I say and whatever I want? Capiche?”

I didn’t answer. Her nails dug in harder drawing blood. I bit my lip instead of crying out, “understood,” I forced through clenched teeth.

She let go of my arm content before disappearing into a room with a bright pink door… that was fluffy.

*

The attic was clean but the roof was so low I had to keep my back hunched in order to get around. I suddenly remembered the princess story Cinderella my dad had read to me when I was younger. The handsome prince had rescued her from the evil stepmother and stepsisters. I felt a stab of envy; I would have to rescue myself instead, I wasn’t waiting for any stupid prince.

I started to unpack having to crouch down all the time. The floorboards creaked under me and I started to fear the entire floor was going to cave in taking me down with it.