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“I love her, Cynthia.” Ty takes my hand in his, and I glance up to see his deep blue eyes already locked on me. “And when she turns eighteen, I would like to date Rhys and do things the right way.” He drags his gaze from me to look at my mum. “If you will allow me?”
“I can see how much you both love each other, Tyler. There’s no question in my mind about that. So yes, once she is eighteen, you can date her. But.” Her principal voice slices through the air with her,but, “if you do anything to disrespect her, I will cut your fucking balls off.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I slap my hand over my mouth.
“I would expect nothing less, Cin.” Ty gives my mum a nod, bow type of thing, and tugs my hand as we walk toward the front door.
I glance back to see my mum watching us, and when we reach the door, I turn back to see Ty trying to bite back a smirk. I grin back and stand still as he leans down, his lips hovering close to my ear.
“I love you, beautiful. Call you later.” Then he gently brushes his lips over my cheek as he pulls back.
All I can do is nod and swoon because apparently, I’m that type of girl now, and I watch him walk out the front door.
When I turn back to my mum, I roll my eyes at her. “You’re such a cockblock, Cynthia.”
My teasing tone coerces a slight smirk from my mum, and she shakes her head.
“You have four cocks in the theatre. Don’t act like you have it tough.”
I burst out laughing at my mum’s words. No teenage daughter would have ever heard those words pass their mum's lips before. But then again, no teenage girl would call their mum a cockblock, either. It’s for this reason, amongst many more, that I know I truly have found my forever home.
Chapter Forty-Four
Rhys
Four Months Later
My eighteenth birthday party was cancelled. Cancelled! And why? Because there is a virus sweeping the world, and the state government of Victoria has sent us into a lockdown. Seriously! What the actual fuck?
On a good note, we started the school holidays a week early, but everyone is freaking out because there are talks that the government is going to keep kids at home after the holidays for remote learning. What the hell is remote learning, anyway?
Like seriously? They want us to stay home?
Hell fucking yes!
The bad thing is that we aren’t allowed, visitors. I mean, it would be bad if we obeyed the rules, but so far, my guys have come through my bedroom window every night, and when my mum and dad come into my bedroom, the guys try to hide, and my olds pretend like they can’t see their feet poking out at the bottom of the curtains, or the way my bed has a big lump in it covered by blankets. They even gave me extra cake to take to my bedroom last night after the twins sang happy birthday to me for the millionth time.
It's only been a short time in this weird lockdown, but I can’t say I hate it. Our house is full with Charlotte home every night, and we now share the kids' zone with the new puppy the olds finally brought home, even though she’s really fucking quiet. And by new puppy, I mean I have a new foster sister who moved in just before the start of the school year.
All in all, things have been pretty fucking top-notch. My guys dote on me every day, and I’ve been focusing more on school, especially after having to re-sit my exams after I was granted special circumstances due to the kidnapping and threats leading up to the exams at the end of last year.
I’ve been attending my therapy sessions with Melia, plus an hour a week with the school counsellor, and I go to fortnightly meetings at the Youth Crisis and Addiction Centre in Redfield. I could argue that I no longer have an addiction problem, but that would be complacent of me. I’ve learnt the best thing I can do is continue working on myself. I may still be a crazy bitch, but I’m more self-aware now about my triggers and reactions.
“Rhys. Can you come here, please?” My dad's voice calling to me makes me roll my eyes. Since lockdown began, we have entered into a war of foam bullets, so no doubt, the moment I walk out into the main living area, I’m going to get shot.
Game on, Daddio.
I grin to myself, slipping my phone into my back pocket and snatch up the toy gun, loading a bullet in preparation as I leave the safety of my bedroom. My new foster sister, who is lounging on the sofa, raises a dark brow at me, but I just shoot her a mischievous grin and do an army roll across the floor of the kids’ zone before standing and flattening myself against the wall by the door.
“Rhys?” My dad calls again, and I grin before I leap through the doorway, gun raised and ready to shoot.
The moment a tall figure shifts in my peripheral, I aim and shoot, but then gasp when I realise I shot someoneotherthan my dad.
“Rhys.” The deep voice rumbles, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Ty!” I scream, tossing the gun to clatter across the tiled floor as I launch myself at him like a monkey.
I lock myself around him, all too aware that my dad is somewhere nearby, but I have no control right now. It’s been four weeks since I’ve seen Ty in the flesh. Four fucking weeks. My lips claim his as he stumbles back, and I hear the muttered curses of both my mum and dad, so I reluctantly break the kiss and turn to yell over my shoulder.
