Siblings
by Tenth Man Down
This story begins after all the members of D-tent have left CGL and returned to where they used to live before. All, except one. He is going to live with a new family - but there is one person who does definitely not agree with this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Holes or the characters from the book.
A/N: Oh. My. God. I finally got my lazy ass moving to write down this fic (It's my first one btw)! Please don't mind if the chapters are a bit short, coz I did the first three ones handwrittenly (!), means that they looked a lot longer than they really are... sighs heavily
Okay, I'm not going to annoy you any more...on to the story...
Capter One - Birthday Surprise
As the champagne glass hit the marble floor of the parlor, the shattering sound hardly reached my ears. I forced myself to close my mouth, staring at my parents who were sitting on a sofa in front of me.
'Why are they looking at me like they expect me to jump up and dance around?' I asked myself. After what they had just told me! Well, they could wait for that eternally.
"Darling, are you hurt?" My mother had jumped up and started collecting the remains of the glass.
"N- no..." I answered lamely, "It's just...why didn't you talk to me earlier?"
Both my parents looked slightly uncomfortable now. My mother continued collecting the glass shatters without even looking at me. At least my father had the courage to answer me.
"Well ... we thought of it as a nice - birthday surprise, you know, girlie?" he said.
I stared at him blankly, until something they had told me years ago came to my mind.
"But, mother, I thought, you couldn't have babies anymore." I said, glimpsing at her. After I was born, the doctors had told her she would never again be able to give birth to a child.
She managed to recover the smile on her pretty face.
"I'm not pregnant, Ean-girlie."
HUH?
My gaze fell onto my father.
"Is he, then?" I asked. Althought I meant it as a joke, the lack of humor in my voice made it sound like a reproach.
My father seemed to be slightly impatient now.
"None of us is pregnant. We have decided on adopting a child."
Decided.
Decided!
"Have you ever even considered asking me?" I asked sharply, getting up, "I'm a part of this family, too, you know!"
"Oh Darling...we were surprised ourselves that everything went so well and that he can come to live with us so soon. We would have told you earlier, but we got the good news only last week." my mother tried to explain.
"Yeah, that is, of course, a good reason for not talking to me before making a final decision on that topic!" I hissed acidly.
"Darling, we really thought it would make you happy to hear-..."
"Do I look happy?" I yelled.
There was no response. My parents were, again, sitting on the sofa, now holding each other's hand with desperate faces.
"Ean...girlie..." my father started weakly, but I was too furious to let him finish his sentence.
"Stop calling me girlie and treating me like a five-year-old! You could have seriously asked if I wanted a younger brother! I mean...I turned eighteen today, I'm old enough to have children, to have a job, to marry, and, believe it or not, I have an own opinion ... and when I'm at home it's, like, Oh no, girlie, don't do that, it's dangerous. and We have decided to do this and that. Why should we ask you? . That's just frustrating!" I didn't know why I was bursting out like this. Usually, I stayed extremely calm, showing emotion so seldomly that there had already been rumours at school about me being an evil roboter.
"Besides... what do you mean with so soon ?" I said, trying to calm myself down.
"We can go and pick him up on June 7." my father answered hesitantly.
June 7 ! But... "That's only one week from today!" I gasped, "Why didn't you tell me last week, when you got the news!"
Again, my father was the one to answer me "As we already said, we thought it as a nice birthday present. Besides the car, I mean."
Yes, the car. A wonderful, dark blue P.T. Cruiser by Chrysler. As I thought of it, my mood rose slighty.
Then, suddenly, it occured to me that the little boy would be most likely to paint my beautiful car with his wax crayons or fingerpaints or whatever six-year-old boys use to destroy their older sisters' possessions. The nasty expression returned to my face.
'Bravo dear parents!' I thought sarcastically 'So, what's my birthday present for next year? A third grandma? A collection of aunts and uncles?'
"And where is that brat supposed to sleep?" I asked, at the same moment noticing the dumbness of the question.
"As there are more than seventy rooms in this house, I think it will be the least difficult job to find one for him." my father said, fighting a chuckle that came up his throat.
"That's not funny!" I hissed at him. For me it absolutely wasn't. "It's totally irresponsible of you to adopt a child when you can't even take good care of it, because most of your time you aren't at home! It's irresponsible and selfish! Just look at how much you left me alone, and what that made of me!"
At this point my father interrupted me "Exactly. We left you alone too much, and don't you think we're proud of it! See, you spend most of your time alone, although you really needn't to. You read those dusty old books, listen to that weird music, at school you had no friends - don't look at me like that, I talked to your teacher - and it's only three weeks now, since you spend a night in jail because you got drunk and nearly killed that boy with a broken bottle!"
"He tried something! I had the right to beat the crap out of him!"
My mother stared at me, shocked, while my father only glared at me reproachfully. Then he continued speaking.
"Whatever. We are of the opinion that having a brother will do you some good. That is the main reason for the adoption."
Excuse me?
"Don't make me laugh!" I shot back, "You are the ones who can't have own children anymore 'though you want some, you are the ones who needed a heir for your oh-so-successful-international-stock-broking-company after I told you that I don't want it, and now you come and say you did it for me? Do you seriously think that I believe this story!"
I spat the words out at my parents, not caring whether or not they hurt them.
"Go on, adopt that child, have fum playing happy-little-family but don't expect me to come and join!" I said, storming out of the parlor.
Slamming the oak door of my bedroom shut behind me, I sunk dowm on my four-poster-bed, panting heavily with fury. Reacting like this wasn't typical for me, but I found it so unfair of them to soil the evening of my eighteenth birthday. I felt like going back down to the parlor and smashing some windows...
'No Ean, calm down...' I thought, staring out of the window onto the forest that surrounded our mansion, '...keep the distance, stay cool, don't let it touch you...'.
In my mind I kept repeating the words until I felt that most of the fury had gone. I got up and went through the bedroom, over to my bathroom.
About twenty minutes later I stepped out of the shower and glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.Driplets of water were running down my slender body, causing goosebumps to appear on my very pale skin. Due to the wet, my hip-long, straight hair seeed to be of an even darker shade of purple. Originally, it used to be blond, like my mothers, but during the last years I had it dyed black, wine-red, dark green and dark blue. But the eggplant-like shade of purple I wore it now brought out the pale gray of my eyes, making them look almost light green.
I brushed my teeth and waited until my fresh black nail polish dried, then I went to bed.
During the following days my parents were, as usual, busy with work, so I had loads of time for strolling around in the forest with a book, a bottle of water and a sandwich.
Sometimes I only returned to the house because it got dark outside. The temperatures were rising quickly and I knew that soon my parents would insist on moving to our summer home, which wasn't as huge as our regular home but had a lake with a landing stage belonging to it. Because of that lake, I liked staying there. I loved swimming and, honestly, to me there is nothing like feeling the cool water streaming past my body.
But of course we couldn't go there before the brat had arrived.
End of first chapter
A/N: Mwahahahahaha! The first chapter is finished! And if you're reading this then propably you have read it...if so; REVIEW! Pleeeeeeaaasies!
Yeah, I know there's no "Holes"-character in this chappy, but I want him to appear in the second chapter... Guess who it is! grin