“It was… something that you probably don’t want to hear about.” I turn and make my way towards the guesthouse, before I say something completely sassy that will end up getting me into trouble. I walk past the back garden that still looks well kept; it makes me sad because this was my Mom’s favourite part of the entire house. I continue past the big pool and into the guesthouse. Turning on the lights, I see everything is still the same; looking very much like a bachelor pad, because my brothers always stay in here when they are back. I put my bags down and pull out my phone to turn it off; I see I have 10 missed calls and 2 texts from Blake. Deciding not to open them, I turn my phone off and put it into the top drawer until the end of my stay.
The next day, I open my eyes and stretch out my arms. I’m feeling sicker than I did yesterday, so I dash off to the bathroom. Walking out back into my room, I throw on a summer dress; put my hair into a loose fishtail braid, and make my way into the main house to find my brother. Opening the back door, I see Dom standing there talking to a young guy that has a smile to die for.
“Hey, want to go for lunch?” I ask my brother, who is looking between both me, and the sexy man standing in the kitchen.
“Yeah, give me a minute, precious. I’ll be out soon.”
I smile and start to make my way outside; the staring from the hottie doesn’t go un-noticed either. I get into my car and wait for Dominic patiently; it’s not for another five minutes that he comes out. He stops in his tracks, shoves his hands into his pocket and tilts his head to the side; he then lifts his thumb into the air in the ‘get out’ motion. Rolling my eyes, I jump out of my car and ask, “What?” He begins to walk out towards the garage, opening the door and showing me Dads’ old 1967 Camaro.
“Oh, I forgot all about her, did you do her up?”
He smiles a wide grin, “Sure did.”
I go to get into the passenger seat, and he stops in his tracks. “What, now the precious daughter wants to play princess? Since when do you not want to drive, Vick? Get in the driver’s seat.” I laugh while walking back over to him, snatching the keys.
“Please, of course not. That will never change.”
I get into the driver’s seat, firing her up to life. Feeling the deep rumble of the V8 from under my seat is amazing; I clap my hands in excitement while looking at my brother, who is laughing in the passenger’s seat. I begin to pulling out of the garage just as my Dad starts walking out onto the porch; he looks over to us, smiling. I see when realisation hits him, because his face turns serious all of a sudden. “Dominic! You get her out of that seat right now, that’s too much power for her.”
I giggle, looking over to my brother. “Should I?”
He laughs, rubbing his chin while nodding his head. “Yeah, do it.”
I drop the clutch and start to rev up the loud engine; waiting for my RPM’s to come up, I floor the gas and release the clutch as the front tyres lock up and the back tyres start spinning, creating smoke clouds instantly. Dominic and Jacob taught me how to do a burnout when I was ten, but my Dad had no idea. I hear yelling coming from the house, but I can’t see anyone because of all the smoke clouds that are surrounding the whole inside and outside of the car. Dominic and I are laughing our asses off, I love working him up. Deciding that I still need my Dad alive, I stop and let the car idle on the spot. Once the clouds clear, I see my Dad standing there with his hands on his hips and a small smile on his lips. “Well I’ll be damned; my baby girl knows how to drive.”
He can’t even be mad; between him and my brothers, there was no way I was going to come out playing with dolls and riding scooters.
Knox Bowden
I’m still laughing when I see the young guy standing up against our porch pillars, smiling at me with a toothpick in his mouth. I smile back at him. “Who is that?” I ask, nudging my head over to the big, brown haired, tanned beauty. Dominic looks to me and laughs.
“That is what you are staying away from. Dad only just hired him this morning; once you leave, he will move into the guest house.” I raise my eyebrows in surprise; he doesn’t usually hire the young ones, probably to keep them away from his whore of a girlfriend. I put the car into first, and begin to drive out of the driveway. Responsibly.
We are sitting at the café ordering food, and I notice all the girls looking at Dominic. I roll my eyes. I should be used to it; both of my brothers are very good looking men, but it still annoys the shit out of me. “I need to tell you something,” I say to him as he is glancing through the menu.