Page 18 of Tattooed Love

In the silence, you could almost hear the tension brewing in the room.

Minutes passed.

I had to ask myself, why did I even fear them in the first place?

I turned to walk out of the room, not wanting to waste another minute of my life in pointless silence.

I took three steps towards the entrance before another voice stopped me.

“Where are you going?”

I turned my head over my shoulder and stared at Cole.

Maybe they hadn’t lost their voices altogether after all.

I raised my eyebrow.

“Was there a point to your silence?” I questioned. “Or am I just to stand here all day, to be stared at by a bunch of strangers?”

Cole rolled his eyes

“Well!?” I asked “Are you guys going to start the threats soon? So your obligation is completed?” I asked openly.

A low rumble of laughter filled the room. All four brothers were smirking at each other, as if sharing a secret joke.

“And we thought this was going to be easy,” Adam stated to the other three brothers.

“Look, Amber, dad informed us that you’ve been acting out? I guess that’s what you call it?” Adam explained.

“Acting out?” I questioned.

I was sure that ‘acting out’ was a clear understatement of my behavior.

“Bad grades, a little too much drinking, and fighting with your boyfriend or something,” Cole added. With a bored expression on his face, I might add.

I rolled my eyes. Looks like dad underplayed everything. Thank God!

Not to mention he left out the sleeping around, drugs, parties, fighting, stealing and being a member of Blake’s gang. Although to be fair, dad didn’t know all that.

I smiled.

“Ok, I will try harder with my school grades, and I broke up with my boyfriend,” I said innocently. Suddenly, I was seeing a way out and, like a guilty man, I was taking it.

“And the drinking?” Tyler questioned.

“Thing of the past,” I quickly added, waving my hand dismissively.

God, this was easy! Pulling the wool over my brothers’ eyes is as about as easy as sneaking out of this house!

Fortunately, my brothers couldn’t actually believe that their little sister would do anything that wasn’t PG rated.

After all, I couldn’t be like them.

They really didn’t know me.

“Can I go now?” I asked.

A bottle of vodka had my name on it tonight, and I’d had my last drug run tonight, then I had to say goodbye to Blake.

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