The car tires crack against the ice as the car slowly down into my fathers driveway. My leg bounces from nerves of seeing my father and my other siblings again.
When my dad remarried, he ended up having two more kids. Naomi and Steven. They're super sweet kids. One is four and the other I seven, but I hate sing my dad happy with someone who isn't my mom. He was remarried when I was eleven. I love my step mom, Hope, but not as much as my mom. Never as much as my mom.
The car comes to a complete stop and I sigh leaning my head back. "Its just your dad, B." Johnathan says.
"Yes but my father is making me get married at eighteen." I whine pulling g at this uncomfortable dress. "How many people are going to be at this, Damien?"
"Uh, one hundred maybe?" He says casually."
I groan excessively loud and I can just feel Camilla rolling her eyes.
"Shut up." Camilla hisses.
"Let's just get this mess over with." I say pulling myself out of the car and standing.
My dress was imported from France courtesy of my dad. Its a long emerald green off the shoulder gown. Its gorgeous sure but its so uncomfortable. I don't really have a choice though. I lace my fingers with Damien's as we walk up to the house I push open the door and walk inside the door. Some ball room music is adrift in the background atmosphere along laughing and clanking of plated and glasses . ugh, I hate old parties.
"Let's blow this popsicle stand." I say taking a breath.
"Bronx! I don't remember the last time I saw you." Hope squeals and I smile as fake as possible. She's a great person but I just don't like her all that much.
"Hope, I missed you too." I say still smiling as I go to hug her.
She's wearing a dark blue dress that reaches the floor and Marcos out her curves perfectly. She hugs me tightly before looking at Damien. "You must be the Fiancé."
Damien flashes a award-winning grin and nods. "Hi, Hope, I'm Damien Hunters. So pleased too meet you."
Damn, the manners he has when he's around my parents is impeccable.
"You're so sweet! Ugh, he's a keeper, Roxie." She says.
That's another thing. My dad always used to call me Roxie since he never really was find of the name Bronx. He thought it was too, and I quote, "hoodly" of a name. So as a result if that, he calls me Rox or Roxie since the letters are in my name. although when he married this one over here, she started calling me by my dad's nickname for me. Annoying.
I gaze up at Damien and smirk. "Eh, he's okay."
Damien looks at me puzzled and I laugh as Hope moves on to s!mother Johnathan and Cami.
"Are your parents here?" I ask still walking with our hands intertwined.
"They should be. My mom called me last night and told me they were." He says shrugging his shpoulkder.
"There's my dad." I say pointing over to him where he stand chatting with Damien's father. They both laugh at something said before my father's eyes land on me.
"Roxie!" He booms causing a few heads to turn and look at me. I instantly hear whispers wondering if I'm really the little Rox that everyone used to know. I smile at him and walk over.
"Hey Dad." I say hugging him.
"You look absolutely stunning." He sags still grinning at me.
"Thanks."
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The Good and the Bad
Teen Fiction"See, Damien, that's where I don't believe you." I say annoyed with the fact that he thinks I should believe him. "You think everything and everyone is disposable. Well that's where you're wrong. I m not someone you can just care for when you want a...
