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Geez, wouldn’t it be nice to be one of the rich kids in Broken Hill who can just hire a cleaner after one of their outrageous parties?
We finish off our meal and spend about an hour dragging our feet around the house. We manage to get the kitchen, living room, and dining areas tidied, before calling it quits. There’s still a shitload to do, but if I have to pick up one more red Solo cup of the floor, my head is going to explode. I mean, the constant up, down, up, down is easily going to be the end of me.
Before I know it, Noah’s fast asleep on his bed with me curled up onto his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me, almost using me as some kind of security blanket. Tully lays across the foot of the bed, her eyes locked on the television screen, flicking through all the options on Netflix.
I don’t think she’s really in the mood to watch it but just needs something to do. Usually, at times like this, she would have curled up with Rivers on the couch, both of them not speaking but silently being in one another’s company, whether or not they’d spent the day fighting.
Watching her now, I know she misses him more than ever and can’t understand why he’s not around. It’s hurting her and because of that, I want to tear Rivers to shreds. But then I remember that he might be my brother…or half-brother. Hell, it could just be a coincidence and my real mom could just share the same last name.
How the hell does one go from being an only child for years to discovering two half siblings within a few months of each other?
Not wanting to spend what’s left of my afternoon watching Tully flick through Netflix, I snuggle deeper into Noah’s side and close my eyes, hoping all my problems will magically disappear by the time I wake in the morning.
Chapter 10
I speed down the street, feeling like the baddest bitch in town as my yellow Supra purrs like a beast. It’s been a massive weekend and to be honest, I think I’m still a little hungover.
It’s first thing on Monday morning and I’m actually quite thankful that the weekend is over. It was huge, like maybe a little too huge for me to keep up with.
Nothing happened on Saturday night. Noah kept sleeping until the early hours of Sunday morning while I drifted in and out of sleep to find Tully immersed in some ‘Vikings’ show on Netflix. Apparently, there’s some dude who’s as sexy as hell, but I haven’t really given her a proper chance to tell me all about it yet, though, I’m sure she will.
On Sunday, we scrubbed until our fingers bled and I’ve never been so relieved when the last trash bag got thrown into the garbage can outside. It was like this wave of happiness came over me and I collapsed down onto the couch, which also needed a good scrub. The house smelled beautiful afterward and I’ve never felt quite so accomplished before. If only it was my own home that I’d cleaned like that. My bedroom could probably use a good clean; maybe Frog’s bowl as well.
Poor Frog, I’ve hardly spent much time with the little thing. He’s probably missing me, though I doubt it. He’s a goldfish. He probably prefers it when I’m not there as when I’m not home, Aria stays away from my bedroom, and when I am home, she’s right there beside Frog, poking her fingers into his water, wondering what it feels like to pet a fish.
Yeah, poor, poor Frog.
I pull up outside Noah and Tully’s house just in time for breakfast. Dad heads out tomorrow for three days so he wanted to be the one to drop off Aria at school today, which was fine by me as it gives me my first real chance to show off my new baby.
Noah was happy for me to drive today but he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being chauffeured around, so instead, I’m here for Tully. Now she certainly has no issue with it, in fact, she welcomes the idea of using up someone else’s gas. Apparently, stopping at the gas station to fill up is rather an inconvenience for her.
I walk into their home and the smell of bacon and eggs instantly smacks me in the face. Mmmmm, that’s so freaking good. “Ah, there you are,” Violet says, spying me by the door. “I was wondering if you were coming this morning.”
“Yep,” I say with a beaming smile, always happy to see the only grown ass woman who ever proved my theory that moms are shit, to be completely wrong. I was just dealt a bad hand in the mom game, unlike Noah and Tully; they hit the freaking jackpot. “I couldn’t miss the chance to drive my new baby.”
