You Make Me Crazy
A.N. Chapter Three: Is it weird that I enjoy killing everyone's confidante? Dunno. Ah yes, family ties. What's worse? A very annoying sister that thinks she's above you! Enjoy. Critics are welcomes as always.
P.S. Sorry for the long wait, plus Baron will be here!
"You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family."
-Luke Valentine; Hellsing abridged
Chapter Three: Family Ties
When they got to Tim's house home, the two didn't say anything. Hera went to her room immediately and unpacked, whilst Tim went to his sister's room and checked if she's there.
"Tanya?" looking around the room, he found nothing.
He went to the back yard and found her. She was sitting down in her wheelchair as always and she was reading a book she got from her father for Christmas, silent as always.
"Tanya, Timmy's here." Tim said touching her shoulder, causing her to flinch.
Turning around, Tanya saw her brother. Smiling and gentle as usual, putting her book down she hugged him. *Timmy, if you only knew.*
"Come on, we have something for you. Hera bought it herself." Tim said, pushing her wheelchair into the house.
Once inside, Hera was there waiting holding a bundle in her hands.
"Hey there sport, here's a book I found." She said, plopping the wrapped thing on Tanya's lap.
Tearing it open Tanya gasped. It was a novel she has been waiting for, it's called Whisper of the Heart. Giving Hera a hug, Tanya wheeled off to her room and returned a few minutes later with a whiteboard. Scribbling on it, it said: Hera, Timmy, we need to go and prepare for going to daddy's wake. Some of his friends are already there at the funeral home.
Nodding, Tim left and went to his old room while Hera was pacing back and forth, talking on the phone. Her conversation goes as followed.
"No it's not like that Andrew…hey, watch your mouth...Yes, I'm feminist. Got a problem with that...You know what? We're through, it's stupid enough to think that you would actually like me but it's even more stupid that you think I'm supposed to cook and clean!"
Snapping the phone shut, she hurried off to her bedroom cursing under her breath. A few minutes later Tim and Hera were all dressed up, Tim in a tux and Hera, wearing a black shirt, jeans and sneakers. Once inside Tim's car Tim and Tanya immediately went into conversation while Hera stared outside feeling nothing. When they got to the funeral home Hera was the first to get out, not bothering to help Tanya get out, she just bolted off. Tim stepped out of the car and helped Tanya out of the car. On the way to the room on where their father's wake was being held, they saw a swarm of paparazzis taking photographs and asking questions to a raven-haired beauty.
"Tessa, how do you feel about your father's death?" one of the paparazzis asked.
"Oh it's simply dreadful! Me and daddy used to have such times together, it's just so upsetting that he has to go so soon." The woman said with a slight sob, causing the paparazzis to take even more pictures and write down what the "injured" woman has said.
"That's enough." Tim interrupted with a frown, causing the woman to glare at him.
"We're going to dad's wake without the paparazzis." He said through gritted teeth.
Dragging her to the elevator, he stopped and turned to her.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Tim asked
"Just telling the media on how wounded I am." Tess replied with a pretend pout.
"Don't even try to use dad's death as another one of your pity parties." He spat out.
"And why can't I? Just imagine the headlines tomorrow, 'World class actress Tess Well mourns for beloved father's death!' It would be great." She said, smirking.
"Why do you have to turn everything into your own personal sob fest?" Tim asked his voice getting louder.
"Hey, you have no right on telling me what to do! I became famous, how bout you? What did you achieve to think you're higher than me?" she retorted, smirking at the last bit.
"I'm pretty much a well respected professor at the Japanese arts." Tim mumbled.
"Oh what's that? It's the sound of your ultimate failure, whilst I am still famous." She said in a sing-song voice.
Pushing past her brother and sister, she entered the elevator and pressed the close button.
"Enjoy taking the stairs." She said mockingly.
Sighing, Tim took Tanya and carried her leaving the wheelchair behind. Getting to the third floor, Tim kicked the door open, ignoring the gasps and murmurs emitting from the mouths of their guests. Setting his sister down, he collapsed right beside an anti-social Hera. Meanwhile Hera was pretty much caught up fighting with virtual characters that she not only didn't feel Tim flop down beside her but also didn't feel someone else sit beside her.
"Why can't you just die?" she muttered jabbing at the buttons.
After losing her last life, she bit her lip and jabbed the power button. Turning to talk to Tim, she was shocked to see two men talking, one with light orange hair and the other with black hair. Grumbling, she stood up and went outside, when she got out she saw Tim's sister, Tess, flirting with some boys there.
*Seriously, even at a wake she couldn't keep it in her pants.*
Approaching her, she tapped her on the shoulder causing Tess to turn and glare at her.
"Ugh, it's you." She said grimacing.
"Yeah, it's me. Just a question Tessie but why are you such a flirtatious bitch?" Hear asked forcing a smile on her face.
"You have no right to say that." Tess said, turning her back on her.
*Wooow…for someone who is Timothy's child she acts more like the one who was brought into the family 'cause her parents died in a plane crash.*
"Anyway, I better go and talk to the media." Tess said striding off, yet careful not to break her Prada heels.
"It's a good thing I never took the Well's name and stuck to my family's name." Hera muttered, walking back into the room.