DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

The Morning After

The door slams open with a bang and I jump up from the bed in shock. My twin bounds into my room with a big grin on his face, followed by a messy head of blonde curls that tackles me back onto the bed.

"Happy birthday," my childish 15-year-old sister says as she straddles me.

Her hazel-blue eyes are bright with excitement, her lips are spread into a pearly white smile and her wild locks frame her slender face, adding to her beauty.

Mom and Dad made some beautiful children... I have to admit.

She jumps on me chanting 'happy, happy birthday' and I groan as my body protests against the added weight.

"Get off me, you big baby!" I huff pushing her off.

Joanna laughs as she rolls onto the bed and my eyes go back and forth between the two mischievous siblings in my room.

Wait... My room? How did I get home? When did I get home?

"Happy birthday Indie," Christan smiles sitting on my bed beside my little sister and I smile.

Christan and I are twins, yes, but he was born the day before me with a fifteen minutes interval. I don't mind it though, it gives us the chance to have our special day or share one as twins normally do.

"Thank you guys," I say sitting up hugging my knees and as the sheet slips I notice I'm in one of Dylan's Eminem T-shirts.

It's not odd for me to steal the boys' shirts so no one's shocked when I wear his clothes.

"So..." I yawn stretching a bit, looking at Christan. "What's up?"

My big brother has dad's blue eyes and dark locks making him almost look like his doppelganger. He's your average everyday Jock but with a way better attitude.

"Nothing much. You got in pretty late last night. I'm sure it was one epic party," he comments with a sceptical look and I nod, remembering the lie I fed him.

"It was wild," I state yawning. "What time is it?"

"Ten-Twenty a.m. on the first day of our new year. So if I were you, I'd get dressed and meet mom and dad in the kitchen in ten," it's Joanna that speaks hopping off my bed in a white floral dress.

Christan is in a baby blue dress shirt and black jeans pants.

He nods agreeing with Joanna before adding. "They want to go through the details of the party later. It's not every day their little girl turns eighteen."

I groan, falling back in my bed with a huff. "We're sharing this party, aren't we? Why don't you go over the details with them?"

"Nope this is a team effort," he states with a roll of his eyes as he grabs Joanna, throwing her over his shoulder and proceeds to leave my room. "Let's give our sis time to get dressed."

Joanna bids me farewell from over Christan's shoulder and I giggle as they exit my room.

Laying back I look at my hands and smile as I see the red marks from the cuffs faded, Dylan must have placed the ointment on them last night when I was out.

Just thinking of Dylan brings a smile on my face and I can't shake it if I try. It's official, I'm truly and totally in love with him.

"Hey Indie... Cover up those hickeys," Joanna says as her head pops through the door with a knowing smirk. "I don't think Mom and Dad want to know what you've been up to last night."

Blushing, my hands shoot to my neck the only visible place where Dylan had nibbled and sucked last night.

Next Christian's head pops up and I groan. Here we go.