Learning to be Sister's [discontinued]

Anastasia Four

Mike stared at his daughter in shock. He couldn’t believe his little girl had done such a thing!

            “Anastasia Marie,” his deep voice boomed throughout the room. Ana jumped and despite the dread she felt, she couldn’t hold her tongue.

            “Don’t even start,” she sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair in frustration. “I know I fucked up.”

            Azeala’s mother hadn’t mumbled a single word since her dearest daughter stormed out of the house with her friend following behind her like a lost puppy. The way she looked at Ana however send chills run down the young brunette’s spine.

            Even though she knew better Anastasia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t be so judgmental,” Ana spat with distaste. “It’s not like you never kissed another man who was in a relationship.”

            “Ana!” Mike yelled at his daughter, finally fed up with her behavior. “Apologize right this second.”

            The brunette rolled her eyes, “I’m leaving.”

            “Anastasia Marie!”

            Ana ignored her father’s calls and slammed the door behind her. She was more annoyed than angry. The one time she choose to let go and have fun, it came right back and bit her on the ass!

            As Anastasia slid into the driver’s seat of her car, she turned the engine on and immediately put the car in drive.

            She had one person on her mind and it was the lying piece of garbage she made-out with at the party. At the end of the night when they had both had their fun, Ford had slipped his phone number and address into her jean pocket. “Just in case,” he had whispered into her ear as his large hand had squeezed her ass.

            Ana snorted at the memory and once at a red light she searched the glove compartment for the torn piece of paper. Once she had the small paper with messy hand writing written on it, she smirked as she typed it into the Map app on her phone. Picking the quickest route, Ana let go of the brake and her car launched forward.

            “Yeah,” she mumbled to herself awhile later when she turned onto Ford’s street. “Just in case I need to kick your ass.”

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            Anastasia banged her fist against the wooden door. Occasionally, she’d kick it as well. She didn’t care if she woke up his parents or the entire neighborhood. Ford wasn’t going to be let off the hook and by the looks of his car, Azeala had the same exact thought.

            Ford’s precious car was covered in egg shells and yoke. The paint on his car was distorted and faded due to some kind of chemical and a long deep line ran all around the vehicle. She’d give the small blonde props, she sure knew how to cause some damage.

            A few minutes passed but Ana hadn’t stopped knocking on the door. The door swung open and revealed a very shirtless and dripping wet Ford. A white towel was wrapped around his waist and his dark hair dripped down his chest and arms.

            On different circumstances, for example if he hadn’t been a lying, cheating douchebag, she’d stare and possibly stutter over her words. However, he was a lying, cheating douchebag and Anastasia didn’t appreciate that! She had asked him if he had a girlfriend! She even asked him a second time just to make sure and he had lied!

            The annoyance that had greeted her when he opened the door soon vanished and shock took over. A few seconds passed before the shock wore off and the two timing bastard was grinning. “Hey, I didn’t think you’d be by so soon.” He said in a light and flirty tone.

            The straight face on Ana’s face never faltered. Her response was anything but light and flirty as she crossed her arms across her chest. “You lying piece of crap!” she bellowed.

            Ford frowned, “What?”

            “You have a girlfriend!” Anastasia yelled. “Azeala? Yeah, remember her, asshole?!”

            The color in Ford’s face drained and he gulped. “What? H-how do you know about Azeala?”

            “Maybe because the psychotic bitch almost ripped my head off?!”

            “She what? Wait, you know Azeala?” Ford stammered.

            Ana snorted and rolled her eyes, “Unfortunately,” she mumbled.

            “Oh, fuck.” Ford groaned as he threw his head back. He’d never admit it out loud, but the small blonde scared him!

            “Oh fuck indeed,” Ana glared. Without thinking twice about it, Anastasia took a step closer and kicked out her leg. Her ankle connected with his prized jewels and his towel fell to the ground. Ford followed his beloved towel and groaned in pain as he cupped his jewels in pain.

            “What. The. Fuck.” Ford wheezed, his voice high pitched. Ana smirked down at the wounded boy in satisfaction.

            “Be glad, a kick to the balls was all you got from me. Looks like Azeala already did enough damage on your car for the both of us.”

            And then, Anastasia turned on her heels and stalked out of the bastard’s house.

            She had just slammed her car door when her phone pinged in the cup holder. She had a new text message from Jonah. Sighing, the brunette opened the text reading the three words in confusion.

            My house. Now.