~* Chapter Two *~ T-Minus 2 day

~* Chapter Two *~

T-Minus 2 days and counting…

For once, I want to know what it feels like to be someone’s first choice. – Fable Maguire

Fable

I still can’t believe I agreed to do this. Three thousand dollars is way too much money to let pass by. And Drew knows it. He had me the moment that staggering number dropped from his perfect lips. Despite my wariness and worry over how the heck I’m going to leave town for a week and not have my world completely fall apart while I’m gone, I said yes without any hesitation.
Guess I’m just too greedy. I can’t let that sort of opportunity go and that makes me feel like crap. Despite how much I tell myself I’m doing it for my family. For my brother, Owen. He’s only thirteen and I hate to see how much of a troublemaker he’s turning into. He’s sweet, he has a good heart but he’s fallen in with a shitty group of boys at school and he’s doing bad stuff like cutting class, minor shoplifting and I know he’s smoked weed a few times. I’ve smelled it on his clothes.
Our mom doesn’t care. I’m the only one who does. And now I’m leaving for a week. He’ll be out of school for only half that time, but that’s enough time for him to get into trouble.
The tug of war going on in my heart is near overwhelming.
“Why you gotta leave?”
I pull the old duffel bag no one’s used in however long from the top shelf of the closet and toss it on my mom’s bed. A cloud of dust puffs up when it lands. “I won’t be gone long.”
“A week, Fable. You’re leaving me here with Mom for seven fucking days.” Owen flops back onto her bed next to the duffel bag and starts coughing from the dust lingering in the air.
“Don’t cuss.” I smack his knee and he rolls over with an exaggerated yelp. “It’s a special job that’s going to pay me a lot of money. We’ll have a good Christmas.”
“I don’t give a shit about Christmas.”
I shoot him a harsh glare and he mumbles a halfhearted sorry. Since when did he feel so comfortable cursing like that in front of me? What happened to the whiny little brother who followed me everywhere as if he worshipped me?
“And what sort of special job pays you so much money for such a short amount of time?” The sarcasm in his voice is clear. He’s too young—no, not really, I’m just fooling myself—but I hope he doesn’t think I’m off prostituting myself.
I sure feel like I am.
My brain scrambles as I try to come up with an excuse. I can’t tell Owen what I’m really doing. I didn’t tell him how much money I was making. He just knows it’s a lot. Didn’t tell my mom either, not that she cares. I haven’t seen her in well over twenty-four hours, but she has a new boyfriend so I’m sure she’s with him. “I’m going to be a nanny for a family while they go on vacation for Thanksgiving break. They have three kids.”
The lie falls easily from my lips and that scares me.
Owen starts to laugh, the jerk. “You’re going to be a nanny? You hate kids!”
“I do not.” I so do. “The family’s really nice.” I have no idea if the Callahans are nice. “And I get to stay in a huge mansion.”
Drew told me his family lives in Carmel. I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard of it. I did a little Google research at the library and saw photos. The place looks amazing. Expensive.
Scary.
“You won’t want to leave, I guess.” Owen sits up, runs his finger across the top of the duffel bag, leaving a streak in the dust. “You’re going to look like a broke bitch, showing up with this shitty bag.”
“Did you just call me a broke bitch?” I can’t be offended because what he says is the truth. I’m going to look ridiculous with my meager wardrobe and my torn and dusty duffel bag. His family will laugh at me. Drew will probably laugh at me. Then he’ll press a fifty in the palm of my hand and drop me off at the bus station because he’ll realize quick I make the shittiest fake girlfriend ever.
“Maybe.” Owen smirks. “I hope you leaving is worth it.”
Dread consumes me for the quickest moment, but I shove it away. “It will be, I promise.”
“What if Mom disappears?” For a second, I get a glimpse of the old Owen. The little boy who depends on me, who treats me like his mom since ours is so unreliable.
“She won’t.” I already talked to her and I’ll talk to her again before I leave. She needs constant hounding, like I’m the mother and she’s the kid. “I’ll make her swear to come home every night.”
“You better. Or I’ll be calling you and begging you to come home.” The smirk is back. “I might call you a broke bitch again and you’ll get so mad, you have to come here just to kick my ass.”
That’s it. Reaching for him, I start tickling his sides, my fingers digging into his ribs, the sound of his laughter filling me with happiness. “Stop,” he pants between fits of laughter. “Get off me!”
I can almost forget how crappy our life is in this one single, silly moment.
Almost.

Drew

“You’re bringing someone home.” My dad puts his hand over the receiver but I can still hear him. “Adele, Drew is bringing someone home for Thanksgiving.”
I wince. No way did I want my dad to blab to my stepmom, especially when I’m still on the phone with him. She’d find out sooner or later but I hoped for later.
“What’s her name?” I hear her voice. She doesn’t sound pleased. That makes everything inside me clench up.
“Fable,” I tell my dad without being prompted.
My dad is quiet for so long I think he’s hung up, but then I hear Adele whispering in the background. “Well, Andy? What’s her name?”
She sounds like a jealous shrew. She probably is.
“Is that a nickname or what?” my dad asks me.
“It’s her real name.” I have no explanation for it either. Hell, I hardly know Fable Maguire. She’s a townie. She’s twenty years old, she has a little brother and she works at a bar.
Fable also has pretty pale blonde hair, green eyes and nice tits. But I’m not going to tell my dad that. I’m sure he’ll figure it out on his own.
Muffled tones come across again and I know he’s telling Adele Fable’s name. I hear her laugh. She’s such a bitch. I hate Adele. My mom died when I was like two. I don’t remember her and I wish I did. My dad started dating Adele when I was eight and married her when I was eleven.
Adele is really the only mom I’ve ever had, and I don’t want her. She knows it too.
“Well, bring your little Fable to stay with us, she’s more than welcome.” Dad pauses, and I tense up, afraid of what he might ask next. “You’re not one to have a steady girlfriend.”
“This one’s different.” More like the opposite of any girl they expect me to be with. In my eyes, this makes Fable just about as perfect as can be.
“Are you in love with her?” Dad lowers his voice. “Adele wants to know.”
Anger boils inside me. Like it’s any of her business. “I don’t know. What’s love anyway?”
“You sound like a complete cynic.”
Learning from the best did that to a person. My dad’s pretty standoffish. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him kiss or hug Adele. He certainly doesn’t kiss or hug me, not that I’d let him.
“Yeah well, we’ve been dating for a while, but I don’t know.” I shrug, remember he can’t see me and I feel like an idiot.
“You’ve never mentioned her before.”
“What is this, the third degree?” I’m starting to sweat only because I’m lying. I haven’t talked to Fable all day and it’s Thursday night. We leave Saturday afternoon. We need to get together and get our stories straight, though I suppose we’ll have plenty of time during the four hour drive to get the details hammered in.
My throat goes dry at the idea of being with Fable in my truck alone for four hours. What will we talk about? I don’t know her and I’m going to take her to my dad’s house and pretend that we’re together. We have to act like we’re a real couple.
What the hell did I set myself up for?
“I’m just curious. We’ll find out all the details when you two get here, I’m sure. Saturday night, right?”
“Yeah.” I swallow hard. “Saturday night.”
“We should be out at yet another country club function. You still have your key?”
“I do.” Damn it, I really don’t want to go back. Bad shit happened there. I’ve avoided that place like the plague for a while now. We’ve gone out of town for the holidays the last couple of years, spending Thanksgiving or Christmas in Hawaii at my dad’s timeshare. Or I stay at school because of football practice or whatever lie I can come up with that keeps me away from them for a little bit longer.
Tough life, I know. From the outside, my family looks perfect. Well, as perfect as a family can be with one dead mother and one dead sister. A fucked up stepmother and a cold as hell father.
Yeah. Real perfect.
That my dad insisted I come home this Thanksgiving sucks. Last time we talked, he told me he’s tired of all of us avoiding the house during the holidays. We need to make new memories.
I don’t want to make any memories. Not there. Not with Adele.
“We’ll see you then.” I can hear my dad walking, his feet echoing against the tile floor, as if he was getting out of earshot of Adele. “This Thanksgiving will be good, son. You’ll see. The weather’s supposed to be nice and your mother seems much healthier.”
“She’s not my mother,” I say through clenched teeth.
“What?”
“Adele’s not my mom.”
“She’s the only mother you’ve ever really had.” Great. Now he’s offended. “Why can’t you just accept her? My God, she’s been part of your life for so long.”
The most fucked up part of my life, not that I can reveal that to my dad. If he didn’t figure everything out then, he sure as hell couldn’t conceive of it now.
“I don’t like how easily you forget my real mom. I don’t ever want to forget her,” I say vehemently.
He remains silent for a while and I stare out the window but see not

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~ * Глава 2 * ~ T-минус 2 дня и подсчета голосов... На этот раз я хочу знать, что он чувствует, как кто-то первым выбором. – Басня Магуайр Басня Я до сих пор не могу поверить, что я согласился это сделать. Три тысячи долларов-это слишком много денег, чтобы позволить пройти мимо. И Дрю знает это. Он имел меня в тот момент, ошеломляющие номер упал с его идеальным губы. Несмотря на мою настороженность и беспокойство над как щеколда я собираюсь покинуть город на неделю и не иметь мой мир полностью развалиться в то время как я уйду, я сказал да, без всяких колебаний. Думаю, я просто слишком жадные. Я не могу допустить такого рода возможность пойти и что заставляет меня чувствовать себя как дерьмо. Несмотря на сколько я говорю себе, я делаю это для моей семьи. Для моего брата, Оуэн. Он только тринадцать лет и я ненавижу увидеть, сколько нарушитель он превращается в. Он сладкий, он имеет доброе сердце, но он упал с дерьмовой группа мальчиков в школе и он делает плохие вещи как класс резки, мелкие кражи в магазинах и я знаю, он курил сорняков в несколько раз. Я почувствовал это на его одежде. Наша мама не заботится. Я единственный, кто делает. И теперь я уезжаю на неделю. Он будет из школы для только половину этого времени, но это достаточно времени для него, чтобы попасть в беду. Перетягивание каната происходит в моем сердце находится вблизи подавляющим. «Почему вы должны оставить?» Я вытащить старую вещевой мешок, не используется в однако длиной от верхней полки шкафа и бросить его на постели моей мамы. Облако пыли надмевает, когда он приземляется. «Я не прошли долгий.» “A week, Fable. You’re leaving me here with Mom for seven fucking days.” Owen flops back onto her bed next to the duffel bag and starts coughing from the dust lingering in the air. “Don’t cuss.” I smack his knee and he rolls over with an exaggerated yelp. “It’s a special job that’s going to pay me a lot of money. We’ll have a good Christmas.” “I don’t give a shit about Christmas.” I shoot him a harsh glare and he mumbles a halfhearted sorry. Since when did he feel so comfortable cursing like that in front of me? What happened to the whiny little brother who followed me everywhere as if he worshipped me? “And what sort of special job pays you so much money for such a short amount of time?” The sarcasm in his voice is clear. He’s too young—no, not really, I’m just fooling myself—but I hope he doesn’t think I’m off prostituting myself. I sure feel like I am. My brain scrambles as I try to come up with an excuse. I can’t tell Owen what I’m really doing. I didn’t tell him how much money I was making. He just knows it’s a lot. Didn’t tell my mom either, not that she cares. I haven’t seen her in well over twenty-four hours, but she has a new boyfriend so I’m sure she’s with him. “I’m going to be a nanny for a family while they go on vacation for Thanksgiving break. They have three kids.” The lie falls easily from my lips and that scares me. Owen starts to laugh, the jerk. “You’re going to be a nanny? You hate kids!” “I do not.” I so do. “The family’s really nice.” I have no idea if the Callahans are nice. “And I get to stay in a huge mansion.” Drew told me his family lives in Carmel. I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard of it. I did a little Google research at the library and saw photos. The place looks amazing. Expensive. Scary. “You won’t want to leave, I guess.” Owen sits up, runs his finger across the top of the duffel bag, leaving a streak in the dust. “You’re going to look like a broke bitch, showing up with this shitty bag.” “Did you just call me a broke bitch?” I can’t be offended because what he says is the truth. I’m going to look ridiculous with my meager wardrobe and my torn and dusty duffel bag. His family will laugh at me. Drew will probably laugh at me. Then he’ll press a fifty in the palm of my hand and drop me off at the bus station because he’ll realize quick I make the shittiest fake girlfriend ever. “Maybe.” Owen smirks. “I hope you leaving is worth it.” Dread consumes me for the quickest moment, but I shove it away. “It will be, I promise.” “What if Mom disappears?” For a second, I get a glimpse of the old Owen. The little boy who depends on me, who treats me like his mom since ours is so unreliable. “She won’t.” I already talked to her and I’ll talk to her again before I leave. She needs constant hounding, like I’m the mother and she’s the kid. “I’ll make her swear to come home every night.” “You better. Or I’ll be calling you and begging you to come home.” The smirk is back. “I might call you a broke bitch again and you’ll get so mad, you have to come here just to kick my ass.” That’s it. Reaching for him, I start tickling his sides, my fingers digging into his ribs, the sound of his laughter filling me with happiness. “Stop,” he pants between fits of laughter. “Get off me!” I can almost forget how crappy our life is in this one single, silly moment. Almost. Drew “You’re bringing someone home.” My dad puts his hand over the receiver but I can still hear him. “Adele, Drew is bringing someone home for Thanksgiving.” I wince. No way did I want my dad to blab to my stepmom, especially when I’m still on the phone with him. She’d find out sooner or later but I hoped for later. “What’s her name?” I hear her voice. She doesn’t sound pleased. That makes everything inside me clench up. “Fable,” I tell my dad without being prompted. My dad is quiet for so long I think he’s hung up, but then I hear Adele whispering in the background. “Well, Andy? What’s her name?” She sounds like a jealous shrew. She probably is. “Is that a nickname or what?” my dad asks me. “It’s her real name.” I have no explanation for it either. Hell, I hardly know Fable Maguire. She’s a townie. She’s twenty years old, she has a little brother and she works at a bar. Fable also has pretty pale blonde hair, green eyes and nice tits. But I’m not going to tell my dad that. I’m sure he’ll figure it out on his own. Muffled tones come across again and I know he’s telling Adele Fable’s name. I hear her laugh. She’s such a bitch. I hate Adele. My mom died when I was like two. I don’t remember her and I wish I did. My dad started dating Adele when I was eight and married her when I was eleven. Adele is really the only mom I’ve ever had, and I don’t want her. She knows it too. “Well, bring your little Fable to stay with us, she’s more than welcome.” Dad pauses, and I tense up, afraid of what he might ask next. “You’re not one to have a steady girlfriend.” “This one’s different.” More like the opposite of any girl they expect me to be with. In my eyes, this makes Fable just about as perfect as can be. “Are you in love with her?” Dad lowers his voice. “Adele wants to know.” Anger boils inside me. Like it’s any of her business. “I don’t know. What’s love anyway?” “You sound like a complete cynic.” Learning from the best did that to a person. My dad’s pretty standoffish. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him kiss or hug Adele. He certainly doesn’t kiss or hug me, not that I’d let him. “Yeah well, we’ve been dating for a while, but I don’t know.” I shrug, remember he can’t see me and I feel like an idiot.
“You’ve never mentioned her before.”
“What is this, the third degree?” I’m starting to sweat only because I’m lying. I haven’t talked to Fable all day and it’s Thursday night. We leave Saturday afternoon. We need to get together and get our stories straight, though I suppose we’ll have plenty of time during the four hour drive to get the details hammered in.
My throat goes dry at the idea of being with Fable in my truck alone for four hours. What will we talk about? I don’t know her and I’m going to take her to my dad’s house and pretend that we’re together. We have to act like we’re a real couple.
What the hell did I set myself up for?
“I’m just curious. We’ll find out all the details when you two get here, I’m sure. Saturday night, right?”
“Yeah.” I swallow hard. “Saturday night.”
“We should be out at yet another country club function. You still have your key?”
“I do.” Damn it, I really don’t want to go back. Bad shit happened there. I’ve avoided that place like the plague for a while now. We’ve gone out of town for the holidays the last couple of years, spending Thanksgiving or Christmas in Hawaii at my dad’s timeshare. Or I stay at school because of football practice or whatever lie I can come up with that keeps me away from them for a little bit longer.
Tough life, I know. From the outside, my family looks perfect. Well, as perfect as a family can be with one dead mother and one dead sister. A fucked up stepmother and a cold as hell father.
Yeah. Real perfect.
That my dad insisted I come home this Thanksgiving sucks. Last time we talked, he told me he’s tired of all of us avoiding the house during the holidays. We need to make new memories.
I don’t want to make any memories. Not there. Not with Adele.
“We’ll see you then.” I can hear my dad walking, his feet echoing against the tile floor, as if he was getting out of earshot of Adele. “This Thanksgiving will be good, son. You’ll see. The weather’s supposed to be nice and your mother seems much healthier.”
“She’s not my mother,” I say through clenched teeth.
“What?”
“Adele’s not my mom.”
“She’s the only mother you’ve ever really had.” Great. Now he’s offended. “Why can’t you just accept her? My God, she’s been part of your life for so long.”
The most fucked up part of my life, not that I can reveal that to my dad. If he didn’t figure everything out then, he sure as hell couldn’t conceive of it now.
“I don’t like how easily you forget my real mom. I don’t ever want to forget her,” I say vehemently.
He remains silent for a while and I stare out the window but see not

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~ * Глава два * ~

T-Minus 2 дней и подсчета голосов ...

Для один раз, я хочу знать, что она чувствует себя хотели бы быть кому-то первого выбора. - басни Maguire

басни

я все еще не могу поверить я согласился сделать это. Три тысячи долларов США, много денег, чтобы я и обратил это знает. Он мне в тот момент, что огромное число снизилось с его идеальной губы.Несмотря на то, что я отвергал и беспокоиться по поводу на прошлой неделе я собираюсь покинуть город в течение недели и не мой мир, полностью подпадают под друг от друга, в то время как я ушел, я сказал "да" без каких-либо колебаний.
думаю я просто слишком жадные. Я не думаю, что своего рода возможность и что заставляет меня чувствовать себя в прошлом месяце. Несмотря на сколько я говорю лично я делаю это для моей семьи. Для моего брата, Оуэн.Он только тринадцать и мне не хотелось бы узнать, сколько в troublemaker он превращается в. Он сладкий, то он имеет хорошее сердце но он снизился в четверг утро группа мальчиков в школе, и он делает плохие вещи режущей класса, незначительные воровством и я знаю, что он - остановило от сорняков несколько раз. У меня случился он на его одежде.
наша мама не. Я - только те, кто не имеет.И теперь я уезжаю на неделю. Он будет из школы для лишь половину от того, что время, но это было достаточно времени для его беду.
противостояния в моем сердце - это рядом с подавляющим большинством.
"Почему вам надо оставить? "
я извлеките старый брезентовая сумка никто не используется в течение длительного времени вместе с тем с верхней полки в шкафу и спорьте это на мой мамы кровать. А облака пыли снежинками когда земель."Я не будут ушли давно. "
"в неделю, басни. Вы можете оставить меня здесь с помощью MOM в течение семи дней на прошлой неделе." Оуэн включён обратно на кровать рядом с брезентовая сумка и начинается кашель от пыли в воздух.
"не обсуждаться." Я привкус его колено, и он переворачивается с преувеличенным yelp. "Это особое задание, которое собирается выплатить мне много денег. Мы предоставляем вам хорошего Рождества. "
"Я не даю на прошлой неделе о рождественских. "
я снимал его жесткие блики и когда я отстраняюсь a половинчатых извините. Поскольку когда он настолько комфортно мне надо как и в передней части меня? Что случилось с ни души мало брата, после чего меня повсюду, если он предал меня?
"и о том, какого рода специального задания воздает вам много денег на такое короткое время?" и сарказмом в его голос.Он слишком молод, нет, не очень, я только сейчас слушает, но я надеюсь, что он не думаю, я off проститутками я.
я уверен как я.
мой мозг кодирует, я пытаюсь придумать предлог. Я ничего не могу сказать Оуэн я вообще. А я и не говорю ему сколько денег я. Он знает, что он очень много. Не пожалуюсь маме либо, а не в том, что она ухаживает.Я ее не видел, а также за двадцать четыре часа, но она имеет новый парень я уверен, что она с ним. "Я собираюсь быть к няне для семьи в то время как они в отпуск на День Благодарения. У них трое детей. "
ложь становится легко от мои губы и что худшая ссора.
Оуэн начинает смеяться, без рывков. "Вы собираетесь быть к няне? Ненавижу детей! "
"Я не." Я так."Семья действительно здорово." Я не знаю если Callahans хорошо. "И я могу остаться в огромном поместье. "
привлек сказал мне его семья живет в Кармель. Я никогда не был там, но я не слышал. Я не Google исследований в библиотеке и увидел фотографии. Место выглядит потрясающе. Дорого.
страшно.
"Вы не хотите оставить, я думаю." Оуэн сидит,