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She nods and then lifts the vodka bottle to her lips before taking a long swig. “You heard everything?”
I nod. “Not Pike though. She heard some stuff, but not everything.”
Mum stares hard at me, only regret swimming in her red, watery eyes. I watch as fresh tears roll down her splotchy cheeks.
“What did he mean?” I ask. My throat is thick with emotion and my heart is pounding in my hot ears. The voice in my head tells me that I don’t want to know. But I can’t ignore that gnawing feeling in my gut. I need to know. Beads of sweat roll down the back of my hot neck. I swallow and take another step forward.
“What?” Mum wipes the tears away and shoves a hand through her dark hair. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about, Mum.” Anger swells in my veins. Sometimes I can understand our father’s anger towards her when she starts acting as if everyone around her is absurd.
But I try to calm myself down. She doesn’t need me getting angry at her either.
She rolls her eyes. “Please. Are you going to swear at me too like your father now? Go ahead, Rhys. I’m everyone’s punching bag these days.”
“Mum.” She’s trying to avoid the answer I want–need. I curl my hands into fists. “What he said doesn’t make sense. It just doesn’t make sense.”
“That you’re not his son?” she spits out coolly.
“Pike and I are… That can’t be true. We’re twins.”
“Fraternal is a thing, unfortunately.” She says the words so callously as the anger bubbles in my blood.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask her too loudly, ignoring the fact that Pike is asleep upstairs.
“You,” she says, staggering as she tries to stand up. “You have a different father.”
Tears burn the back of my eyes. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?” She laughs sardonically. “Jesus, I’m your mother, Rhys. I did the tests. Even he knows that it’s true. I think he’s always known.”
I turn away from her and head back upstairs, but not before her final words reach me.
“Pack your bags, dear bastard son. You heard that too, right? We are not welcome to stay here anymore.” What about Pike? I knew deep down that my mother never cared for her as much as me, but I could never leave Pike. Living without her was an impossibility.
Anger slithers its way down my spine and I have to gather every bit of calm in me to not turn around and tell her something I’ll regret later. I rush back up into my room and climb back into bed, before wrapping my arms around Pike. She reaches up so that she can slide her hands around my neck and breathes softly into the hollow base of my throat.
Oh, God. I can’t lose her. I can’t.
2
PIKE: CHAPTER II
Now
Tyler’s warm hands are on my midriff, slowly working their way up to the straps of my bra. I’m on my back on a bench in the hockey locker room and yes, I agree it’s not the best of places to get intimate with someone.
Especially not right after a hockey training session with a sweaty hockey player. But he couldn’t wait to get back to his room and I needed to find a way to block out all the shit from this entire week.
He wants this and I can tell by the way he slightly presses himself into my body, with his hard cock poking against my lower abdomen.
His warm lips touch my neck and when I feel him breathing heavily into my ear that is the moment I place my hands on his broad shoulders and push back a little.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” He runs his tongue along my skin and I am immediately turned off.
My father is one of the co-founders of the hockey team of St. Charles’ Academy, so I have access to a lot of things girls my age wish they did. I attend a private school and have hot hockey players around twenty-four-seven because of my father’s deep connections with the team and Academy.
That also led to me and Tyler Pryce spending a lot of time together all Summer. But we haven’t even surpassed the sex part yet. I’m nineteen and still as virgin as Mary herself. I cannot put my finger on exactly what it is that turns me off about losing my virginity, but I suppose it’s the fact that I reckon that guys change after you finally give them what they want. And sometimes getting physically vulnerable with someone makes me uncomfortable. I want it until I repulse myself at the very thought of getting naked.
