Living in the hell house

Two•Mega Fertile

"So is it only you three?" I asked, while putting my suitcase and backpack into the trunk of the car. Mr. Watkins glanced over at his wife, a suspicious smile playing on his lips. It was only them three, right?
  "Well," Mrs. Watkins began, causing an internal groan from me.
     "Mary-Anne is our only daughter, but we have more children than just her."
Great. So Tyler will have guys to hang out with while i'm stuck with a five year old. Not that she isn't absolutely precious, I just can't have girl time with a five year old.
  "How many?" I heard Tyler ask beside me.
  "Are they all fosters as well?" I added in my question. Que Mr. Watkins and his suspicious smile. What was happening right now?
   "We have five boys, Douglass is our oldest, he's twenty. Philip is next at eighteen, then Benjamin at seventeen, Cameron at sixteen, Chris at thirteen, and our beautiful Mary-Anne at five, they're all ours." My jaw could have broke with how fast it fell. Six kids? Was she mega fertile or what?
  "Gotta keep trying until you get your girl, right?" Mr. Watkins winked at Tyler, who shifted his feet uncomfortably. This was going to be interesting.
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   Do you ever have those moments when you feel so disconnected with yourself? Like, you can still see and hear and feel everything, but it feels like you're just watching everything happen, not being a part of it? That's how I felt walking up the stairs to the Watkins' mansion. I'm not sure what is considered a mansion, but if a house has three or more stories, that's it for me. There were two boys who looked to be around my age arguing in the family room when we walked inside.
   "You're such a fucking dumbass!" The taller one yelled. He looked like a surfer, with his sandy blonde hair and tan skin.
The shorter one had auburn hair, and he was a bit more pale than his brother. He caught my attention first, blood running from his nose.
  "What is going on here?" Mr. Watkins demanded while the Mrs. took the shorter boy away, probably to clean his face up. The taller boy's eyes flickered to Tyler and me, the color draining from his face.
   "It um," the boy began to studder, "it happened again." He looked back to his father, an unreadable expression on his face. Mr. Watkins muttered something incoherent, before turning to look at us.
  "I'm sorry about this, absolutely not the way to make a first impression, huh?" He gave a small smile.
   "Philip, you're in charge of showing Tyler and Skylar their rooms." He said, looking back at his son.
    "But dad-" he was interrupted by his father's hand.
   "Do not argue with me right now, show them to their rooms and meet me in my office after." He instructed, walking away to I assume his office. The boy glared at us before walking up the stairs. I glanced at Tyler, who only shrugged and began to follow him. Letting out a long sigh, I followed as well, hoping the rest of the family wasn't as bad at the two we've already seen.
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    "Isn't this so cool?" Tyler asked, barging into my room holding a laptop. I rolled my eyes, sitting up in my bed so he had room to sit as well.
     "How did they know what my favorite color was?" He asked in astonishment. I held back a giggle as I grabbed my laptop from the table beside my bed.
  "They must have guessed, because they got me pink." I tried not to gag as I set it back down. It wasn't that I wasn't grateful for the gift they've given me, I was beyond grateful. I just wished they would have gotten a different color.
    "I'll trade you," Tyler offered, setting his beside my own, "It's no big deal." I shook my head, I wasn't going to make Tyler trade just because I didn't like the color. I got a shrug in return, and He jumped off my bed to race over to my television stand.
     "Why did you get all the good movies?" He muttered, more to himself than me. I chuckled before laying back down, hugging my pillow close to me.
Memories began flooding through my mind, before I drifted off to a deep sleep.