The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Forty Nine

Cassidy POV:
My brothers annoyed the crap outta me the whole time I was there. Don't get me wrong, I love them to bits, but they're brothers.

Sister + Brothers = Annoying Siblings.

Christmas had passed a few days ago and I finally got the bathroom to myself without someone yelling, 'Cassidy! Hurry up, I need to use the bathroom!'

The rule of thumb in this house at the moment was I either have to get up really early to use the bathroom, or wait really late in the day. My whole family was crammed in one house; my aunties, my uncles, my cousins, my Mum, Dad, three brothers, two in which have wives, four nieces and nephews, our family dogs and cats and our 50 year old parrot.

So bathroom time was like being asked to dine with the Gods, so rare it bordered on the verge of impossible.

I took a long shower, lingering in the steam and hot water, and brushed my hair, my teeth and managed a full five minute peace afterwards until my Aunty June banged softly against the door, "Cassie!" her old, nail scratching voice called, "I need to use my nose trimmer."

I shivered at the sight of that and decided to leave while I still felt fresh.

The house was still chaotic as I walked out of the bathroom. I watched as my nephew, Joey aged 8, ran by me with his little sister, Kimberly aged 6. They were just like my brothers, rowdy and fidgety. Then there were my other niece and nephew, Stella aged 7 and a half, and Peter aged 4.

They were a bit quieter, but that was thanks to their Mum, not my brothers. I watched Stella read a book calmly on the lounge chair while she made sure her brother didn't touch the fireplace by slapping him with the corner of her book. Peter was soon picked up my Eric, my eldest brother and his Dad, and flew him around like a plane.

I couldn't help but laugh as I was suddenly picked up from behind and lifted over someone's shoulder. I went wide eyed and yelled for Vincent, my second brother, to put me down. He laughed as he tickled my exposed stomach and plonked me on the ground where his kids Joey and Kimberly attacked me with attempted tickles. I won that battle by threatening to bring the tickle monster out.

I loved my family, nothing would ever change that, but I can't put up with living with them for too much longer.

Halfway through one of these wrestles, my phone went off and I watched as Stella answered my phone and listened for a moment. He soon ran over to me and passed it to me, "it's your boyfriend," she giggled.

I rolled my eyes, my nieces and nephews didn't really grasp the idea that I didn't have boyfriends. Not that I minded, they didn't need to understand yet. I held the phone to my ear, "hello?" I greeted waiting for someone to answer.

My blood chilled and my ears felt like they were bleeding as the deep, gruff voice of my cyber stalker appeared on the other end of the phone. Wow... Katie's father was unstoppable.

I hanged up before he could say or yell anything. I looked to Stella and kneeled down to her size, "what did he say to you?"

She shrugged, "he wanted to talk to you," she replied. I was almost relieved he had been nice to her, but then she added, "but what exactly is a-" Her words were so colourful and so un-child like I went wide eyed when they escaped her lips. When she went to repeat the question when I didn't understand, I clasped my hands over her lips just in case anybody else was listening the second time around.

I swear to God... I was going to slaughter that man.

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Booker POV:
I made it the general rule that Adam doesn't answer the phone, just in case it is Katie's Dad. He had answered it once and had a depressed mood for the rest of the day.