Chapter Three

"There's your father now." Carol said smugly, straightening up from her cowardice stance and standing taller in an attempt to prove to her husband that she had us under control.

"He's not our father." I muttered angrily.

Unlike everyone else, I had actually found my real father. Jeb doesn't care about me though so I'm glad that he isn't in my life. He only cares about his job and his new family.

I have an adorable half-brother, Ari, who is ten years younger than me and he wasn't told that we're related. 'It's what's best.' is what Jeb claimed. Wouldn't want the daughter you had with a hooker to meet your legitimate son.

His mother, Belinda, is only eight years older than me at the way-too-young-for-my-forty-year-old-father age of twenty-five. She was eighteen when they got married and I have no idea what she sees in him…other than his millions of course.

Carol ran to Roger's side like a newlywed (despite the fact that they were both as old as Jeb) and giggled like a schoolgirl.

"You'll never believe what I found in the trash can." Carol said as she pulled Monique's pregnancy test out from behind her back.

Okay….ewwwwwwwww! Did she not know where that has been? That was seriously gross!

Roger's eyes landed on mine angrily and he raised his hand to slap me but Carol held him back. "Not her…her." She said, pointing once again at Monique.

Carol smiled triumphantly when Roger's eyes glared angrily at Monique. What she didn't realize was that two things were running through his mind and neither one was what she was thinking.

1) Roger was about to finally be a biological father and he was angry that his wife couldn't give him what the teenage girl he's been raping could. Or 2) Monique has been with another guy and he was going into a territorial rage.

The doorbell ringing interrupted whatever Roger was about to say. Carol went to answer the door at the same time that Roger tried to pull Monique in for a claiming kiss.

Iggy instinctively pulled Monique closer to him and growled at Roger. I snapped Roger's arm behind his back, afraid that he would hurt either of them, and he moaned.

That's how Miss Rachel and Carol found us when they walked through the door. Roger with one hand pined behind his back thanks to me, Iggy growling protectively, and Monique whimpering against Iggy's chest.

AN: Uh-oh, busted!