Black Coffee (Tara's Dream)|Dearest Diary, - Book 1 (unedited)

He's only Four!

Dearest diary,

I love my family, I really do.

Especially, when we all come out of church and our hearts are so touched that we become better humans. Everyone is so much nicer, more forgiving and we get along so well that it’s almost comical.

It’s usually a stark contrast to our normal selves. What with Shea’s nosiness, my apathy, Bri's vivacity and my mum’s...There are really no words to describe her.

Troy is just Troy and that's the other thing. He's only part of this family by virtue of being Bri's dad and despite of all the awkward tension that is brewing between my mum and Monica, she still treats him like her long lost son.

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“What now?”  a despondent Shea asks as she comes to a stop next to Bridget.

“I’m not sure. Decide what you want to do, but bear in mind that David and I have some work to get to.” I tell her, handing over my Bridget’s keys to David. Shea narrows her eyes at the move and I shake my head in frustration.

“What is it with you?” I hiss, stomping over to her. I'm glad that we're parked in a secluded place, otherwise this would draw alot of unwanted attention.

“No! What is it with you?” she explodes, throwing back my question at me. “You have something with Troy. Don't go throwing yourself at every man, who shows you a little attention."

Blood drains from my face and I stare back at my sister in shock. So much for being better humans and more forgiving. I guess, some of us and by that I mean my sister, did not get that memo.

“Shea...” Troy warns and I pray that David hasn't heard her, but I am not that lucky.

“Attara and I are just friends. I am her driver and she’s helping me with something that I am not at liberty to discuss.”

“Driver?” Shea whispers, her body shaking in embarassment.

“Yes,” David replies as he comes to stand at my side. “It’s not really my buisness what goes on between you two, but I will not stand by and let you fight on my account.” Shea nods, mumbling her apologies as she moves away to seek out my mother. I replay my sister's words in my mind and wince at her insinuation. Shock, anger and pain overwhelm me and I turn to Bridget in an attempt to hide the tears that are now threatening to spill.

"Attara," Troy says, his voice growing nearer me and I raise my hand to silence him. After all, I was insulted on his account and by my own flesh and blood! My only sibling and sister.

David quietly unlocks the car and holds the passenger door waiting for me to step in.

“Thanks David.” I shoot him a grateful smile and settle into the recesses of the passenger seat with a heavy sigh.

“It’s nothing. You didn’t deserve that.” I nod my head in agreement, but truth be told, I don't really blame Shea. After finding me with Troy, she must have thought that we were finally working things out. Then Davis came along and according to her, he ruined the perfect fairy tale. As a result, she's now on high alert for any intruding males that may try to come in and jeopardise her favourite couple, again. “I’m so sorry about my sister. She’s... young and very passionate.”

“That makes us what? Old?” I laugh at his comment quite grateful for the comic relief that eases away some of my tension. "Aren't you going to help?” he jokes, pointing at the gathering that has formed outside.

“Nope. I’m going stay out of that one.” I reply, slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses, before leaning back on my seat to snooze. I hear David's fading chuckle and I assume that he's gone over to help.