Revenge On The Player

Chapter 13 (Edited)

A/N: The picture above is John (character inspiration)

"See now I don't get why I have to stay with your friend when I'm old enough to look after myself and these two here," Max complained as my father drove us to the house we were supposed to I guess call home temporarily for as long as we needed.

I don't know how long it'll be because my parents haven't gotten any new information about my grandmother. I wish I could go with but unfortunately, there's school to think about, especially if I want to think about college. I'll have to study more than ever and try my best to get into my dream college, Juilliard. It's a long shot but it's worth a shot trying my best to get in.

"Last time we left you alone Max, you left the house a mess with takeover containers littered all over the house and you almost burnt the property down attempting to boil water for pasta! You're just lucky none of your sisters were home young man," my mother scolded, turning her head to shoot my brother a stern glare from the passenger seat.

Max instantly recoiled back from her stare. I almost laughed. No one can make Max scared or act like a child besides our parents, or more specifically, our mother. She was a scary woman.

"Don't pout, smile!" Catherine exclaimed. I snickered while Max shot me a glare.

"Yeah smile big brother, you might get wrinkles if you don't," I teased.

'I hate you' Max mouthed, making sure Catherine didn't see. I rolled my eyes and rested my head against the window. To be honest, I have no idea how my mother's friend is going to accommodate three more people in a house of what I was told consisted of two. Unless this family has a shed for my brother to stay in or something, it's going to be a crowded house. I'm sure it'll be a lovely home though.

Once we arrived, I attempted to grab the one suitcase that belonged to my brother and him alone. Wow, I'm weak. I can barely pull it out of the car. Unless Max shoved rocks into the suitcase.

Max stupidly stared up at the, I guess you could say, typical American home. It's as if he hasn't seen a house like this in his life. I mean yes he lived in a dorm throughout the years he was studying at college but still.

"Max! Help me or else I'm going to throw this suitcase at your head!" I threatened.

"Amy!" Catherine scolded, stomping her foot. She always does that when she wants to let us know we've done something that's against what we've been told. Such as no swearing and/or threatening the other sibling, ok or anyone in general.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I muttered.

"Here you go Amy," my father said as he grabbed the suitcase and pulled it out easily in one swift motion.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

I whacked Max's head behind everyone's back. He rubbed the spot I hit him and scowled at me while I snickered. We followed our mother towards the house that seemed to intimidate me for no reason other than it was unfamiliar and it somehow feels like I'm walking into my death sentence.

A lady in her mid-forties I'm guessing, I could be wrong, opened the door after my mother knocked. Her eyes lit up as she gasped and threw her arms around my mother in a tight hug.

"Gabriela!" she exclaimed.

"Lisa!" my mother exclaimed back. Max pretended to choke himself and mocked their excitement. Catherine giggled while I face-palmed. Our mother has eyes on the back of her head. She instantly turned around and whacked him upside the head as I did recently. "Mock me again and you'll get much worse than a smack on the head young man," she scolded.