SEDUCING BAD BOYS -PART 1-
My name is Catalina, I am shoulder-length brown copper-haired, I have green eyes which turn slightly grey when I'm angry or excited, I am about 5'7, I weight 45 to 50 kilos and I can eat as much chocolate as I want without getting sick or fat.
My parents are my real down point though…my mom disappeared one day with all her stuff and she is now, apparently, living happily ever after in some part of the world. My dad, a drinker and big-time beater remarried to a crackhead, named Cristy, ditzy Barbie blond.
I am one of three triplets; my first sister, youngest by fifteen minutes, ran away a year ago, leaving me a note saying she was sorry and just couldn't bear it anymore. My third sister, oldest by a mere two minutes, is the pain in the ass. The thing is, we don't look all that alike. I got my mom's rather straight hair and tan skin while Lizz and Beth got my dad's dark, curly hair and fair skin.
Sure, we look alike but people always look at us surprised when my dad announces we are triplets at the top of his voice as he is sometimes prone to do.
Since my mom was French, she taught me the language but Lizz, cross at my mom for leaving, decided to forget all about it and pretend she never knew our mom.
I sight as I walk back to my house on 5th and Longs. I hate that place. My dad beats me, my stepmom insults me on a daily basis and my sister, always dressing up as Barbie, has become the pom-pom girls of school. Of course, for that occasion, she dyed her hairs blond. Bitch.
Anyway…I open the door as quietly as possible, close it equally quietly and slip into the kitchen.
My sisters, currently boinking some kids in their cars across the street, is thankfully leaving me alone for the moment and I can make myself a sandwich without being afraid of them barging in and yelling at me for some reason or other.
Just to piss them off however, I take out the the bottle of cold coca cola she had put in for after her 'wild afternoon' of sex and pop the lid, drinking it in a record of fifteen seconds flat.
I trudge up the stairs to my room and boot up my computer.
I have no friends, I never had a boyfriend and it's my birthday in a couple weeks.
15 going to turn 16…yippee…
My birthday is in April and it's Febuary…
My only wish is that, for my birthday, Ranger and Morelli, the only men in my life, (and their fictional to add to the 'feel-sorry-for-myself' jigg,) appear in my bedroom and transport me out of this stinking neighbourhood.
The door shuts violently down stairs and I become rigid. Please, let it not be him…please god…