The Boy and The Psycho

We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989.

43 women around the world gave birth.

That was unusual in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible...

He got 8 of them.

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Tired and sweaty I hop down off of the stage and head over to the bar swaying my ass as I do so. As I sit down at the bar Sandra sets a vodka soda down in front of me. Gulping down half the glass I start pulling bills out of my panties and bra.

"Hey, Fi, you gotta call in the back." Mario yells from the doorway of the back office.

I pull myself out of my chair and pick up my stack of money and head to the back and pick up the phone.

F: Hello?

U: Hey Fi, its Luther.

F: Luther? Hi! How'd you get this number?

L: That's beside the point, I'm calling to tell you that... Dad passed away last night.

F: Finally?

L: What?

F: You mean that asshole actually bite the dust? Yes!

L: Fiona! Anyways, come home today. Everyone will be there.

F: Not everyone.

L: Fi, its been 17 years. If he was alive or actually gave a shit then he would have come back by now. We can't wait around forever for him to come back. Just come home and see everyone.

F: Okay, see you later.

I slam the phone down into the receiver and pick up all my shit and walk out of the office. I head into the dressing room and change into my jeans and hoodie, grab my purse, and walk out the back door to my car. I head to the place I never wanted to go back to... Home.

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I stop my car and park it in front of the dull cement building. It was gray and cloudy outside with no sun which fit today's mood exactly. I head inside and see Vanya in the foyer staring into the living room. I quietly walk into the house and peer into the living room seeing mom sitting in front of the fireplace staring at the fire.

As we stand there staring at mom we quickly turn towards the stairs at the sound of footsteps.

"Vanya? You're actually here. Hi, Fiona, good to see you." Allison says slightly smiling.

Vanya keeps her emotionless stare as she greets our sister. "Hey, Allison."

I perk up and try to lighten the mood, something I've been doing since we were kids "Hey gorgeous."

Allison chuckles, "Hey sis."

Allison walks towards Vanya and leans in for an awkward hug.

"Ah. What is she doing here? You don't belong here. Not after what you did," Diego appears out of the living room and marches up the stairs not even looking at his sisters.

He stops quickly and shoots a smirk my way, "Hey hot stuff." He says and continues his march up the stairs.

"You're seriously going to do this today? Way to dress for the occasion, by the way," Allison snaps back at Diego and I smirk slightly to myself.