My Twin's Girlfriend (Book 1/2)(RE-WRITING)

Chapter 6 Danni

I sat at the table awkwardly.

"She just fucking hit me!" Beatrice yelled, holding his stomach.

"Please watch you're language son," Francis sighed, flipping through papers.

"Mum!" He yelled, sitting next to me.

"You know we can't control your sister Beatrice,"

"Then why make her come tonight?"

"Because she is family,"

"I'd rather die than call her my sister," he laughed.

"Don't say that," Patricia sighed, calling the maid over.

"Please clean this," she sighed. The maid nodded and quickly got to work. Why couldn't she just clean it herself?

"So how was training sweetie?" She asked, sipping her wine.

"Same as usual, just getting ready for our game tomorrow night,"

"That's right, Francis hunny are you coming?"

"I wouldn't miss my boys game any day," he smiled.

"Good cause apparently we have a new member to the team training with us tomorrow,"

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Don't know babe, he better not take my spot though,"

"You're better than everyone on that team boy," Francis laughed.

"Thanks dad," he smiled.

"So what are we going to do about Andrea," Francis sighed.

"I'm not sure hunny, she is a grown girl,"

"Ridiculous, she is still a child,"

"She's eighteen Francis, we have to let her make her own decisions,"

"Why is it we only get one good child," he mumbled, digging into his food.

"Because there's a good and bad twin," Beatrice replied.

"She's not the Andrea we once knew Francis,"

"It doesn't matter Patricia. She left on her own accord,"

"We told her she was a disgrace!" Patricia whined.

"Because she is! Being gay is a sin!" He yelled, stabbing his fork into his steak. I sunk lower in my chair. Is that really what he thought?"

"I agree dad," Beatrice replied angrily. Why am I dating an asshole?

"I uh, need the bathroom," I mumbled, getting up from the table.

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"Are you coming to the game tomorrow?" Beatrice asked, running his fingers over my shoulder.

"Probably,"

"You seem distant?"

"I'm okay," I reassured, pecking his lips.

"No, ever since dinner you've been quiet. Did Andy put you off?"

"No-"

"Well don't listen to her, she's a bitch anyway,"

"Why do you hate her so much?" I asked, realising I was still wearing her jacket.

"Because she left,"

"Maybe she had a reason-"

"Because she's a fucking dyke? I'd rather her die," I moved out of his arms.