The Vice Brothers

Chapter 1

" Skank ass bitch ass hoe." I muttered as I threw stones into the man made lake. I picked up another larger stone and it made its journey to the bottom of the only body of water within a fifteen block radius with a satisfying plonk.

" Hey lady, knock it off!" A plump mam called from a boat hire station.

" Piss off!" I yelled back and shot him the bird, drawing a lot of attention from the tourists cruising around on the makeshift lake.

I angrily kicked more stones around me and stomped off away from the river. My phone was ringing, but I ignored it knowing exactly who it was. Possibly the biggest and most selfish jerk ever, who had just ruined my life forever. My dad.

I grumbled again and took each step like I was trying to crush a tarantula under my feet.

My phone stopped, them started again. Getting fed up with my ringtone (I had actually changed it to 'Fancy' by Iggy Azelela, dumb move I know) I picked up.

" What'd you want?" I huffed.

" Cassie your being extremely unreasonable, it's not-" My dad started.

" I'm the one being unreasonable? Are you kidding me?!" I yelled.

" Cassie, it's just until she gets out. Then you'll never have to see them again."

" But the bitch is a physco! She'll never get out and well be stuck with the toxic twins for ever!"
When I spoke of the bitch, I meant my dads vile ex-fiancé, Miami Vice.

Ugh who names their kid Miami with a last name like Vice. Hell, who called their kid Miami, period.

The crack head, Vice was about to marry my dad, purely for his money, but was charged with the possession of an illegal substances and got sent to the looney bin until, I quote, 'deemed fit for release into a drug free and family environment'.
That woman would never be fit for a 'family environment', even with two kids. Jack and Jc, were her two boys she'd had in a previous failed marriage. Jack being 16 and Jc 17, looked identical despite the one year age difference. All except their hair. Jc had curly brown hair, that I swear he washed only once a year, that he always let hang wild and free, only restrained by a bandana of some color. Jack had the same chocolate hair, only of a salon quality that any male model would be jealous of. He straightened it every morning (though he'd never admit it) then gelled it up into a quiff higher than his iq. Identical, only separated by hair style, hence their nickname of mine, The Toxic Twins.

" Cassie you don't have a say in this matter. They move I'm tomorrow." My dad continued.
I swear my eyeballs popped out of my head, grew legs and went for a stroll, I was that surprised.

" They move in tomorrow and you only told me now?" I screamed, getting weird looks from passers by. Damn Central Park, no privacy. " How long have you know?"

" Uh, about a uh, month." My dad stuttered.

" A fucking month!" My voice hitting a high screech.

" Cassie, I know you're- "

" Fucking hell dad that's not cool."

" I know, Cass, I know. Can you please come home now? You need to tidy up the other bed in the loft." My dad sighed.

" Now one of them is sleeping in the same damn room as me?" I growled and gave up. " I'll be there in ten." I put my phone away and ran out to hail an oncoming taxi.

.~.

I paid the cabbie and jumped out. I waved hello to Matthew , the young, attractive doorman at our upper class apartment building and headed up to the top floor. I unlocked the door and found my dad pacing the out looking window of the lounge room. He breathed a sigh of relief as saw me and I watched the panic the drain from his face as he grabbed me in a warm bear hug.