My Stepbrother: secret possession

Thanksgiving

"Get up."

"No."

"Seriously, Ava, get up."

"We have a week off. What are you possibly possessing?" I muffle with my head on my pillow.

"We have practice." Lilith refreshes my early morning memory.

"What? You have to be kidding me. I thought it was a national holiday?" I whine.

"Yes, ask your bestie who doesn't comply with fundamental rules. Now get your arse up, we're late."

"Can you please give me some privacy? I'm right behind you." I tell her, although it was a lie since I feel victorious when the door closes and silence again takes over the atmosphere. So, I melt back into my sleep.

"WAKE. UP."

Shoot!

I spring upright with wide eyes and definitely dishevelled hair.

"Did you just pour cold water on me early this morning?" I emphasize my frustration.

"Yes, Rapunzel, but correction of reality—it's ten in the morning... I think this weekend we need to go to the salon. I opine it's sad your hair is a mess around a discount month. Now you'll make us look like cheap girls." She thoughtfully frowns, with her fingers under her chin. "Perhaps there should be a spa that doesn't do the Black Friday stuff. Shit, I'm sure there should be. Okay, get yourself ready, Rapunzel. I'm going to Google search Nevada's expensive salon and spa."

"Rapunzel?"

She shrugs and rolls her eyes. "Your hair grows faster, don't get me wrong, but I think I should..."

"Let me hide in my bedroom and sleep all day." I interrupt, sarcastically.

Heavily, she sighs and retrieves her phone from her waist bag. "No, go bald and see how fast your scalp grows."

Infuriated, I'd had enough, so I grab her by the arm and lead her to the door. "Thanks for waking me up."

By the time I shower and get myself into a black tracksuit. I know how hot it can get at practice. So instead, I shrug off the jacket and tie it around my waist.

I don't think I feel comfortable with my reflection in the mirror. The white Calvin Klein sport crop top clings to my body and exposes a lot of skin, not to mention my abdomen.

Okay, change of plan...

"Damn... that's what I'm talking about, hot style. I see the Vegas sun is finally shining on you. Come on, let's get going." Lilith grabs my backpack and Puma trainers before pulling me out of my bedroom door and down to the ground floor.

"What is that smell?" I ask, as the aroma offers no mercy to my growling stomach.

"It's called turkey," Sawyer informs me from the kitchen.

"Where's Mum?"

"I don't think doctors get a day off, and if they do, then Auntie Susan is a workaholic," Sawyer says, and my soul goes duh.

"Ava, come eat your breakfast before you leave," Christian calls out from where he is giving Sawyer a hand in preparing Thanksgiving dinner.

"Dad, we're late for practice. We've gotta leave, or we will get kicked out of the cheerleading team." Lilith complains.

"I don't care. You know the rules. Health comes before anything. Now, come eat your breakfast."

"Duhhhh, make it quick."

I stalk to the kitchen while Lilith heads to the living room area. I snatch a chair and sit down at the table where Christian has kept my breakfast.

"I still can't believe you're in a cheerleading team. The more you live, the more the universe keeps surprising you." Sawyer giggles.