This chapter is a little longer then the others. Soon I will have a flash back so you know why the father left. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it.
The guy at the door looked to be about 17. As I said before he was very tall and lean, "Darry how'd you end up with these two girls?" He asked.
As I continued to stare at him he started to look more and more familiar. "We were being attacked by some drunken people, who-"
"Socs," Darry cut me off.
"Wait what?" Lissa asked.
"Socs, the West side rich kids, who like to drink and beat people up. I can tell you aren't from here because you don't know who they are." I was so busy trying to figure out what he said.
"Socs," I said trying out the word. "Alright so like 4. . . Socs attacked us and, well Darry here came and saved us." I was still confused about that.
"So girls this is Steve. Steve this is Lissa and Mia," Darry introduced us.
"Hmmm. . ." Steve looked at us weirdly, like maybe he thinks we look familiar. The name rang a bell in my head but from where. "Do I like, know you from somewhere?"
"Steve!" My sister yelled right next to my ear. Lissa jumped up and hugged him, "Steve, I cannot believe this!"
"Woah. . . Do I know you?" Steve looked confused at first but then slow realization came over his face. I still didn't get who he was, maybe one of Lissa's boyfriends? No, I don't think so.
"Mia," My sister rolled her eyes at me. "It's Steve, our brother." I was totally thrown off guard. Our brother, what? No way, how, but I thought Dad was rich.
"Steve. . . No, how, but, what?" I was beyond confused.
"You haven't changed much have you?" Steve asked.
"Not really," I grinned up at him. I ran over and hugged him, "So this means that we can finally see dad and he can help us."
"Wait. . . Why are you guys here? Where's mom? How'd you get here?" This time Lissa took control telling the story. While Lissa was almost done catching him up on what has mostly happened since him and dad left, some 16 year old boy walked through the door, "Hey Soda, you going to work?" Steve asked once Lissa was done explaining.
"Yeah got a lot to do, since you are taking the day off," He looked at us funny. "Okay then . . . who are you two?" I groaned Lissa and I have just explained twice now.
"I will fill you in later," Darry said.
"I want to go see dad," I said eagerly.
"Come on then," Steve said. As Lissa and I followed Steve out the door, I heard Soda say he doesn't get it.
Steve didn't have a car with him so we walked. "You know it's about six in the morning?"
"It is? I didn't notice." It felt like we just left our mom's not that long ago. Weird.
Steve filled us in on how dad and his life were going. Apparently dad has gotten remarried to a very mean stepmother. "Since dad has to work all day, I am stuck home with Jezebel. She is worse than what our real mother sounds like." Since our mother seems like the most horrible person in the world it is very hard to imagine a worse mother. "I do believe dad has this day off."
We followed Steve up some wooden stairs to a fairly good size house for this neighborhood. It was painted white, like most of the houses but it seemed, I don't know, brighter. Steve walked right on in, not bothering to hold the door, just like I remember.
"Dad. . . Dad!" Steve called for our dad.
"He isn't home right now, I sent him out to get some grocery's, Steve," Said a women in her 30's. We were still in the front hall. "Well hello. Steve I do believe you are not allowed to bring home girls."
"These are my sisters, Jezebel," Steve said coldly
"Excuse me. Go to your room mister. You are not allowed out until tomorrow for that tone of voice. As for your sisters they will help around the house." Jezebel said calmly but evilly.
"What?" I almost yelled, "You can't make us do anything. Steve did nothing wrong, and we just got here. Are you kidding me? How can you be so rude to company?" I wanted to slap her silly.
With that she slapped me across the face. I ran out of that house so fast I felt like I was flying. I don't know where I went I just ran until I accidentally fell on someone. "So sorry," I blurted out.
"That's okay," He looked to be about 14.
"Sorry," I couldn't say anything else. He was sooo darn cute.
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P.S. I will be gone all of next week starting Sunday, I will try to get next chapter up before then. Thank you for reading.