A Girl has her Secrets

Best birthday present ever

            “I really don’t want to do this.” I whispered to Hunter. He reached over and gripped my hand, keeping the other hand on the steering wheel.

            “Think of it as finally sticking it to the man. We get to break away from those morons! Do you think Mom would shit bricks if I mentioned that I peed in that French vase she loves so much when we were drunk off our minds?” he added with a snicker.

            “Yes.” I snorted. “She’d probably beat you to death with her Gucci heels.”

            Hunter looked over at me in disbelief. “You kidding? The pleasure of killing me wouldn’t be worth the blood stains to her.”

            I wrinkled my nose. “I can’t tell if that’s a relief or really depressing.”

            We both sat and considered that for a moment.

            “I guess she could claw our eyes out with her talons.” I suggested as he pulled into the driveway.

            “Or she could send the candy arm mafia after us.” Hunter smirked, parking the car.

            “Candy arm mafia?” I asked, amused.

            “Yeah, you know because that’s really the only thing she and all the other rich friends she hangs out with are good for.”

            I grinned and shook my head at him.

            “Good thing I raised you better than that.”

            Hunter declared, slinging an arm over my shoulder as I walked around to his side of the car.

            “You raised me?” I demanded. “I’m pretty sure the second I turned ten it was me raising you.”

            Hunter pouted at me. “No. I’m older, I did all the raising here.”

            I opened my mouth to argue back but then stopped.

            “This is the weirdest argument.” I shook my head and Hunter nodded in agreement.

            We walked into the house and instantly heard the blare of the television on a reality show.

            “Oh moooooother dear!” Hunter called.

            “What have I told you about bothering me while my show is on?” her voice called back.

            Hunter rolled his eyes.

            “You know there’s that pause button and there’s a record button.” I told her as we walked into the living room.

            “Tessa, don’t be rude.” She told me.

            “Where’s dad?” I asked.

            She finally seemed to realize something suspicious was going and she found the remote and figured out how to record the show before turning the television off.

            “Your father is in his office doing some work, what is this about?” she demanded.

            “We need to talk to both of you.” Hunter shrugged, walking off to the office.

            I stood awkwardly as my mother scrutinized me through narrow, disapproving eyes.

            “Tessa, what has your brother talked you into now? You know that his ideas never lead you to something good, don’t you remember what almost happened last time because of that idiot boy?”