Saving the Heart

♥ Chapter Fourteen ♥

♥ Chapter Fourteen ♥

    I felt invincible as I got ready for the day.  No longer was I hiding from Tricia, no longer were we fighting, no longer was Piper ready to pee herself as she had to think of a lie.  Everything was clean.  Well, Reagan was still slightly peted by the whole ‘baby sister just got married to a complete stranger’ thing, but he was getting over it.  He even went so far as to make Wesley and I breakfast for our last day of school before break.  Of course, he still didn’t bother to exchange even a word with me.

    “Cooper and Derek are coming home tonight,” I told Reagan as I picked at my blueberry pancakes.  “Pretty exciting.  Marcus is supposed to fly in by Friday and Patrick...do you know when Patrick is coming over?” I asked innocently.

    “You’re going to have a fun time explaining Sam to them.”

    “Get over it Reagan.  This is no different than what dad and mom used to do.  They’ll live, as should you.”  Reagan simply glared at me.  “You’re acting like a PMSing girl, Reagan.”

    “Well I would rather be alone and angry than married to a-to a kid like that.”

    “Admit it,” I told him as I pushed my plate away from me, no longer hungry.  “Sam isn’t a bad kid, you know this.”

    “I could smell the smoke on him Kennedy.” He told me.

    “And that is because his landlady is a chain smoker, and a slave driver if you ask me.  She’s a vicious old lady.”

    “So.”

    “So?” I asked, waiting for him to point out his next problem with Sam.

    “He-you’re my baby sister Kennedy, even if you weren’t married I am supposed to be mad,” he leaned up against the counter, crossing his arm over his stub of a left arm.  “That’s just how I am, unlike the rest of our siblings, it’s in my blood.” I sighed.  “I’m sorry, it’s just weird you liking a boy.” He followed that up by an overdramatic shudder.

    “I never said I liked him,” I hissed across the table, pulling my plate back to me and shoving a forkful of pancakes into my mouth.  Reagan raised an eyebrow at me.  “It’s complicated.” And there was that word again ‘complicated.’ I internally groaned.  Why was everything so stinking complicated?

    “Look,” I started, “We only have like two weeks left and then we’re done.  Dad said he’d still fund Sam’s meds even after he was off of our insurance, so he is set for life.  Got it?  I’ll get a good tutor and a bright future due to college and he’ll be able to actually live and do things without passing out and causing everyone around him to have a heart attack at his absence.” Reagan pushed off of the counter before heading around the kitchen.

    “Whatever you say Kennedy, whatever you say.” Wesley gave me a questioning look as I glared at Reagan’s slim back.

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    I’m pretty sure that I didn’t shut my trap once during the entire drive to school.  Wesley was sitting in the passenger seat clutching onto his books like I was some vicious witch who was busy holding him captive, when in all honesty he couldn’t even hear what I was shouting about, complaining about.  It was all about Reagan.  Every last word.  And it didn’t even end after I dropped Wesley off at his school.

    “Stupid older brothers,” I grumbled as I pulled into my respective parking spot.  “Stupid, stupid Reagan has to go on digging in my business.  This doesn’t concern him.  This doesn’t concern you.  Get a life.”  I groaned and got out of my car, throwing my backpack over my shoulder.