Until the day comes

Chapter VI

We look for things that confirm our beliefs,
But how many people do you hurt along the way?
Just to prove yourself right.

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We're gonna go back to 3rd person for this chapter just because I think this one will help get a better view on Striker and Alexandrine as characters.

Two hours had passed by in a blur of yelling. Her conclusion? The boys were playing video games, screaming and shouting at the tv so much she had began to wonder how their voice box hadn't broken completely. Sleep hadn't seemed to bless her so after half an hour, she resulted to studying. Their voices echoing back and forth through her mind, like a game of tennis flickering repeatedly in and out of her ears not making it any easier.

The bang of the front door opening instantly signalling her fathers arrival home - stopping the game, and turning it of completely - leaving the place deathly silent, the boys made their way to great her and James' father.

Their formalities muffled by the door, she peaceful nestled into the desk chair, located to the right of her bed.

Finally. She thought as she lost herself in the world of the new book she had gotten earlier on that week.

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An hour went by as the world faded around her. The bubble of her imagination blocking out anything that could possibly disturb her. Her father had picked up a business call just under half an hour ago - which cased the boys to make their way to her brothers room, not wanting to be a disturbance.

He was known to be an intimidating man, someone to not mess with, someone to not cross. It was no secret how scary he was. However, it was also no secret how much he loved his family, even with this in mind, people stayed clear when something was happening, family, business or otherwise, this exactly what had sent her brother dashing for his room, his best friend in tow.

The call had sent him back to his office immediately leaving her all alone with only her brother and the person she hated the most around.

Her ears perk up however, at the vomit inducing conversation James had started.

"I banged this chick the other day." Her brother began.

How am I related to him again. She thought rolling her eyes.

Well when a mummy and a daddy love each other—. Her brain started going back to the typical, very clique sex Ed talk she had had, before contemplating life with her forever wondering mind.

Giggling slightly and rolling her eyes for the hundredth time, she told her brain to shut up much like she did every time it began to take her on another path.

Realising she had missed the majority of her brothers conversation, she inwardly high fived herself for dodging the bullet known as her older brothers sex life.

"Yh," it was Stikers voice she had realised had started talking now. "I've banged lots of women, man."

Damnit. She thought as she realised they hadn't come off of that topic yet.

He had missed it, however... James had missed it. The way he said it; trying to hide the lump in his throat, the way his voice quivered , the wobble his lips gave away at what he, himself, had said. Or so he thought...

Striker had thought he had gotten away with it, his unintentional moment of weakness. He was worried at first but James' eyes gave way to how oblivious he was to what was going on, he had gotten away with it. Or so he thought...

Striker wasn't aware of anyone else in the house, he wasn't even aware his best friend had a sister. He was in the clear as far as he knew. No one could know. It was better this way.

Alexandrine had noticed the lapse in finality his usual firm voice had, the lapse in his usual tough facade, she had caught it... but he had caught the masked before it fell.

Alexandrine had ignored this, however, she wanted to believe Striker was this tough, mean, bad boy. She wanted to hate him, and she would, she'd do anything it took to keep it that way...

Wait... is he gay?  She questioned suddenly coming to a halt in her thoughts.

"Really. They hot?" There was a hint of surprise in his voice that didn't go unnoticed, although she wasn't sure Striker had picked up on it.

"What do you think..." Even though she wasn't in the room she could hear the wink he had done in his tone, and the smirk he had through his voice.

His annoying voice.

His annoying hot and sexy voice.

Shut up!

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The clock had just ticked to a rest on half past ten. Her father had gotten caught up at work sorting the 'problem' out, and her brothers friend had left an hour ago, leaving her to do as she pleased.

Quietly slipping into a v-neck t-shirt and a pair of oversized shorts, she began to settle into her bed, feeling like she was floating on air as she sunk into her pillow, falling into a comfortable sleep, hoping tomorrow will be the day...

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So thank you if your still reading. This chapter was a longer one to make up for my slow af updating (which I'm really sorry about, I just have a hard time figuring out how to build this up) and my recent shirt update (chapter four - I think). Don't forget to comment you thoughts on this story so I can tweak it to suit the audience. And remember this is my first story so please help me out with what you guys want. Love you. And thank you.

So your finding out a little bit more about Alexandrines father

How do you like him?

And you had your first glimpse of the real Sticker

How do you like him?

Do you think he is gay?
Or do you think something else is going on?

How do you like Alexandrines personality?

Any requests on where you want the story to go?

Predictions?

Anything else you wanna say?

The next episode will show a little more of Alexandrines family dynamic - her relationship with their brother and and father currently.