The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 9: Dinner At The Illand Household

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.

-Erma Bombeck

Chapter 9: Dinner At The Illand Household

"I want to die." Ren exclaimed as she collapsed into the passenger seat of Paul's truck. I let out a chuckle since I did make her do a lot of things on the first day of training. I don't regret pushing her over the limits one bit. It was all for her benefit since she is like a defenseless gazelle in a world full of gazelle obsessed lions. I'm actually surprised her father didn't make sure that she was able to defend herself.

"He didn't train me because he thought that I was too 'fragile' to be able to fight." Ren rolled her eyes while saying fragile. Wait, did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you said that out loud."  Can she read my mind?

"No, you're just saying everything you're thinking." Ren giggled.

"Oh." 

"Did you call me a gazelle?" Ren raised an eyebrow while looking at me expectently. 

"What? No, I would never call big and strong Kareen Illand, a flimsy gazelle." I widened my eyes and looked at her as if she was crazy. Ren gave me an unimpressed look.

"Come on, lets take you home." I chuckled out. Ren said nothing, but simply turned her attention to the window.

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"Do you need help? It looks like you're having a hard time getting out." I raised an eyebrow at a moaning and groaning Ren. She was trying to get out of the truck, but when she even moved an inch she let out a cry of pain. 

"Yes, I do need help since you decided to train me for the Olympics." Ren grumbled out angrily, then winced in pain when she gave another attempt to lift her body.

"Okay, you don't need to be harsh." I raised my hands in surrender.

"Shut up and help me!" Ren groaned out.

"Don't need to ask me twice."  After saying that, I made my way to where Ren was sitting in the car. I opened the door smirked at her before picking her up bridal style. Ren made out a small squeal before yelling at me in protest.

"Put me down!" Ren angrily said before wiggling in my grasp, only to let out a painful yelp.

"It's either this or me carrying you over my shoulder where it would bump into your stomach constantly." I looked at Ren who was pouting and grumbling a string of curse words.

"Continue." 

"Thank you princess." Ren's green eyes were glaring holes into me.

"I don't know how or when, but I am going to get my revenge on you and I will love every minute of it."

"Ha! I wish you good luck with that."

"Shut up and just bring me to my house, peasant." As I continued walking toward her house, I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Did you just call me a peasant?" Ren smirked before turning her head and giving me the silent treatment. 

We finally made it to the porch. I knocked the door since Ren forgot to bring her house keys when she was forced to go shopping with me. As I waited for whomever to answer the door, I saw that her house was fairly small, but it gave a homely vibe, something my old house will never have. Ren's home was only one story and it was a tanish brown color. The lawn was trimmed and there were flower beds near the porch. Overall, the outside of the house was well kept and it looked like someone tended it on a weekly basis. The door revealed Ren's mother with a towel in her hand and her wearing an apron that said 'My Daughter Is A Brooding Adolescent', which made me laugh out loud and made Ren groan out of irritation.