Chapter 17

A/N: Again, sorry for not updating…real life crap going on…blah blah blah…

Driving home was pretty quiet until I got tired of Ian not talking to me.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" He looked at me, surprised. "No! Why would you think that?"

I shrugged. "You're being quiet."

"Oh. Sorry, I forgot you liked my voice," He grinned.

"Shut up about that already!" I laughed.

We pulled into the driveway and Ian looked at me.

"Do you want to go to a cast party with me?"

"Huh? For the Vampire Diaries?"

"No," He smiled. "How to Make Love to a Woman."

Apparently he found my reaction humorous, because he took one look at me and began laughing. "Is there something you're not telling me?" I asked, only half-joking.

"It's not that kind of movie, Jess," He said.

"Uh-huh." I said sarcastically. "Sure."

He gave me a look and I grinned innocently.

"No, I'm not even the main character, Missy."

I gasped dramatically. "Oh my gosh! How can your ego take such a thing?"

He narrowed his eyes at me and I erupted in a fit of giggles. Shaking his head, he opened the door and I followed him up the driveway.

"Who's that?" I asked, seeing someone sitting on the front steps.

"I'm not sure," Ian said.

The man stood and smiled shyly at Ian.

"Hello…?" Ian said warily.

"Hi, um…" The man looked at me and his eyes widened.

I scooted closer to Ian.

The guy had light blonde hair and dark eyes wearing jeans and a dark blue shirt. He looked around 40.

There was a ringing and the guy pulled out his cell phone. Sighing, he answered. "Hello?"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" The voice on the phone said. I'd recognize that tone (and question) anywhere.

"Mom?" I said.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO NEAR JESSICA! YOU CAN'T STOP THAT MARRIAGE!"

"I'm not going to stop the-"

"WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Alana, I'm looking at Jessica right now."

"ROGER, I SWEAR TO-"

"Alana, calm down,"

"Roger?" I repeated.

Roger Fain – my dad.

"Look, I'm hanging up now," Roger said and closed the cell phone. He smiled at me. "Hey, Jessica."

We all sat in the living room; me with Ian on the couch holding the cat, Roger- I mean, "Dad" on the chair petting the dog.

"Why are you here?" I said.

"I wanted to see you."

"Bullshit!" I yelled.

"Jessica, I know I left but-"

"Why did you leave, anyway?" I asked.

He smirked slightly. "You really have to ask that?"

I laughed a little. "Never mind."

"I know that you are upset, but-"

"Oh, just a little," I said sarcastically.

"Please, Jessica. I want to be a part of your life. Please understand that."

I actually saw sincerity in his eyes. "I…don't even know you."

He nodded sadly. "I know. But I do want to know you. And someone else does, too."

"Who?"

"Your sister."

"What? There are more of us?" I exclaimed, causing both Ian and Roger-Dad to chuckle.

"Yes, Honey," he said. "Her name is Casey."

I frowned. "Why have I never met her?"

I thought back to when Ian told me the story about why we had to get married.

"Yeah, but your mom turned out to be a girl, so she said that her daughter would marry my mom's son-me. But the first child she was pregnant with when I was about…mm…17….maybe…. anyway, your mom lost the baby, and so I thought I was off the hook…until your mom got pregnant again."

Roger-Dad frowned and looked away. "Your mother…is a compulsive liar..."

"Psh. You're just realizing that now?"

He smirked. "No…" He sighed. "She told me she wanted you and…Ian here that she had a miscarriage to Casey wouldn't have to marry him. She was hoping you were a boy."

Wow. I never was good enough– not even in the womb.

"What does she look like?" Ian asked, breaking the silence.

I turned to him sharply. "Does your penis have an off-switch?" Old man-whore ass.

He laughed. "I wasn't asking because of that, Jess. Gosh. I'm still going to marry you." He leaned in to kiss me, but I leaned back.

Roger-Dad handed Ian a picture out of his wallet. "The picture was taken a couple years ago."

She was prettier – waaay prettier than me. She had long brown hair (like mom) and dark eyes (apparently like "dad") she was skinny, not quite as skinny as me, but she had womanly curves, whereas I did not and she was in a cheerleading outfit. Shit.

"She should be here soon," Roger-Dad said when Ian handed him the picture back.

"Well, why don't we all have dinner here tonight? Our friend Tracy and her fiancée Taylor is going to be here at five."

A hysterically giggle burst from my lips when Ian cringed at Taylor's name and he mock-glared at me.

Heehee.

4:30 p.m.

We all were watching the movie "The Prestige" (Me likes me some Christian Bale Heehee) after I about slapped the hell out of Ian for suggesting the Rules of Attraction. Again. Dumbass.

The doorbell rang, and Roger-Dad and Ian thought it was humorous to see me nearly jumped out of my skin. He really needs a quieter doorbell. Ian walked over and opened the door and stepped back.

"Hello," I hear a female voice say. "I'm Casey."

I stood up and watched as Ian led my sister into the room.

Oh. My. Gosh.

Apparently that picture was taken a few years ago. This girl had shorter brown hair that had red and black streaks; she was dressed in a short denim skirt, red tank top and what Tracy liked to call "FM Boots."

WTF? My sister's a whore?

It wasn't until I was able to tear my eyes away from her to see who else had walked in.

"That is Casey's fiancée." Roger-Dad said, but my mind went haywire.

"CHRISTOPHER GORHAM?" I grinned.

OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! IT'S EFFING CHRISTOPHER GORHAM!

(A/N: For those of you who don't know who that is- you suck! Lol)

"Nice, Chris," Ian said. "You made her go all fan-girl again."

Christopher grinned and hugged Ian. "Hey!" They pulled away and I looked at them in shock.

Christopher turned to me and smiled. "Hi." Noting my confusion, he laughed. "Your boyfriend here and I were almost half-siblings. His dad was with my mom. And…now we're all siblings. Your sister and I and you and Ian."

My head hurts.

But who cares because IT'S CHRISTOPHER GORHAAAAAM!