Jake POV
One of the most awkward parts of the day were family meals. I tried to avoid them usually but today I couldn't think of an excuse quick enough.
"How was your day son?"
Ugh. Was Emma's mother really calling me son? Maybe I should just tell her I was in love with my step sister and she would shut the fuck up. But Emma didn't want me to. I would never do that to her.
"It was, ummm, good."
"What is it with teenagers these days? Can't say a sentence without 'um' in it and when asked to come up with an adjective to describe there day, it's 'good'. Honestly. What will happen room this world in about 20 years?"
My dad always did that. Talked about the difference between 'our generation' and 'their generation'. It was so annoying!
Emma spoke up from the end of the weird, too-long table
"Well I guess we will just have to wait and see won't we stepfather. For now my day was ummmm...good."
"Emma how dare you speak like that!" Her mum snapped
"I can speak how I fucking want! You can't avoid me your whole life and then tell me off for doing something wrong!"
And with that she got up from her chair, spun round and left the room. I sighed.
Emma POV
Uuggghhhh I hated them! Here I am worrying about whether I'm in love with my brother and they are just telling us of for saying um? Like they care! They cannot treat us like Shit and then tell us of for the way we speak. If they wanted us to speak differently, then they should of taught us when we were little.
Jake POV
"You do know children look up to their parents right? You only hate us cause we are exactly like you...but I'm not leaving cause I'm actually enjoying this spaghetti Rosie made."
Rosie was actually a really good cook. She had worked as our cook since I was born. When my mother passed away in childbirth. Which is why my dad hates me. Because I killed his beloved wife. He never actually looked after me. He was rich so I've grown up with cooks, housemates, waiters, cleaners and any type of carer I would need. Exept for a parent.Someone who loved me. The one thing I wished for everytime I blew out the candles from my birthday cake.
Then someone did love me. Emma loved me so much.
And I blew it.
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