Stepsibling (Editing)

The arrival

*10:30am*
It's December 14th, the arrival of the dimwits. They are supposed to be here at 13:00pm so they should be here soon.
*doorbell*
Brilliant, they're here. Better go and get the door. Running downstairs I realised that Chris would have to stay in my bed, because we lost the blow up bed during the move, Brilliant...

I slowly opened the dark oak door, filled with regret. Her ugly face stared down at me her eyes judging every inch of me.
"Zoë" she said to me, evily.
"Cinnamon" I stared, smiling menacingly. "Please come in"
"Well thankyou" she said, slightly genuine.
"Hi Zoë" Chris said smiling.
"Hi *sigh* Chris" I replied, I am getting sick of his positive can-do attitude, he was 22 and already acting like a perfect father (he's single).

"Dad!" I yelled into the kitchen, to then see him emerge from the kitchen, beaming with an after sex glow. It frightens me how happy he is with this monstrous woman and her candy pants son.

I left up to my room, Chris followed me up.
"Zoë get some of Chris's bags" Dad instructed.
"Okay" I obeyed not wanting to start a row. I don't understand why but me and Dad have always fought since Mum died.

Chris pulled me out of my daydream, "are you okay, you look hella depressed"
He said slightly giggly. It confused me how he could see the absolute positive in everything, like if his mother died he wouldn't be sad he would think that she is in a better place and that everything happens for a reason.

"Yeah, I'm fine," clearly not, I tagged my eyes with the edge of my sleeve. I swiftly left the room walked down the hall and passed through the first door on the right, the bathroom. Splashing my face with cold water I couldn't help but think about how caring Chris was being. Spending the rest of the evening thinking that Chris might not be that bad and that he was rather nice,
*stop, stop thinking about him like that he's your STEPBROTHER*
"Oh fuck off" I said thinking aloud.
*shit*

After the meal of garlic butter filled chicken wrapped in ham; with boiled potatoes and fresh broccoli from the garden, I trailed off to bed feeling slightly bloated and like that time of the month was coming. Chris entered the room around a half hour later, I gather all the 'adults' were talking about politics or something, typical.