Skinny Love.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Part 1

UH-OH YOU’RE IN TROUBLE!

I was sat on the couch as my father babbled on and on about me disappearing, whilst Dylan paced back and forth, looking as if she were thinking deeply, Curiosity bubbled in me, what was going through that hag’s brain?

My father practically pulled me down here, once he caught me coming in through my window. Luckily, he hadn’t noticed Killen. Or else that wouldn’t have come out to nicely.

“We were so worried, where have you been?” My dad boomed, it was as surprising for me as it was for Dylan who practically jumped out of her skin.

“I was with some friends” I had my arms crossed over my chest, a stance my father had as well, only his was slightly more intimidating than my skinny arms folded across each other. Dylan scoffed at my answer and I rolled my eyes at her.

“With your friends?” She spat “How inconsiderate, you didn’t even bother telling your parents before you left, we had no clue where you were, your father has probably popped a vein stressing about you, I think its high time you mo—”

“My Parents, what I know, is that I only have one parent with me at the moment, the other is living in Alaska, don’t tell me you already consider yourself my mo—” Her eyes had widened to saucers and I wouldn’t be surprised if one of her eye balls came rolling out.

“That’s enough!” My father yelled.

He glared at each of us angrily, his glare lingering on me, which isn’t very fair considering that gold digging bitch is watching with pleasure coursing through her veins at my expense “Dylan has a point, and Dylan will be your step-mother soon, you need to start showing some respect”

I jumped up from my chair and said, “She will not be my step-mother!”

I was down right outrageous now, I could feel adrenaline pulsing with my blood and tingling my senses, I was madder than I’ve ever been before “I don’t know what you see in her, or how you’re even together, and I don’t care if you marry her,” downright lie “but I will not agree on her being my step mother!”

Angry tears pushed at the edges of my eyes, my voice had cracked a couple of times and I’ve had enough, I rushed up to my room and slammed the door.

Determination pulsed through me and I found myself vowing that I will do anything in my power to stop that wedding, not just for my own good, or for Killen’s but also for my father’s.

I pity him, what a life he will have if he actually did end up with her. If you could even call that a life at all. And not only will his life end, but so will mine, marrying her meant I couldn't be with Killen and that was something I could not—in a million years—imagine.

I went to sleep with tired, puffy eyes. All I wanted was to be with Killen, I could stay in his arms forever, and this is really killing me, I can’t stand being alone without him for a second but I have to cope with it, if I want things to work out as planned.

Part 2

INVESTIGATIONS AND RESEARCHES

I woke up the next morning with aching muscles.

I rubbed my sleep encrusted, puffy eyes and padded to my en suite for a long over due shower. I still smelled like brine and sea spray.

I could barely think of how my father had not smelled that, salty air smell on me. Maybe it was because Dylan always sprays the lounge with Febreeze making it overpower other scents.

After a long shower, I dragged my body out and dried myself. Putting on a pair of jeans and a pale pink tank top I rushed out of my room and knocked softly on Killen’s door.

I looked around, cautiously, watching out for any hags from hell that might pop out of my father’s bedroom.

His door creaked open; he looked even more tired than I did. He clearly hadn’t gotten any sleep. Or if he had, just a tiny wink and he had shot back up to awareness.

I pushed past him and into his room, he shut the door silently and twisted the lock, what I didn’t expect was that he had a deadbolt, I didn’t notice it from the last time I was here but he twisted it as well.

Blocking out any weirdo’s—cough, Dylan, cough—from entering his room.

His laptop was sitting, opened on his bed; I flopped down gently and scrolled through the page he was looking at.

It was a website for buying DNA tests and pregnancy tests, and all those other tests.

“I bought a DNA test over the internet; Hanna said she saw Khloe Kardashian using one in one of the episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashian’s so she told me to check it out” He coughed and went into his bathroom to tidy up.

I didn’t notice Hanna saying that last night. “Wait, so you and Hanna have been up all night chatting about this?” I asked him.

“Yep” His voice came from the en suite, “But Hanna fell asleep a while back so I started doing some research on the DNA tests”

I felt an over powering sense of guilt wash over me, they had been working on it all night and I was just crying and catching up with sleep, how selfish can I be?

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped” I switched tabs, his other tab was on face book, he was logged in and he had an open chat box for Hanna. I read through the messages, feeling a bit nosey, though I shouldn’t feel that, I was part of it after all. They had gone through a lot last night without me.

“We figured you didn’t want to be bothered, I told Hanna about your father and Dylan reprimanding you downstairs” He paused for awhile and I heard spitting sounds, “Speaking of which, are you okay?”

I nodded then realized he can’t see me, feeling idiotic I said, “Yeah, I don’t really let hags get to me, even though they're hogging my father”

“That’s good, I'm glad your better, were meeting up with Hanna at the Pier, do some investigations” He came out of the bathroom fully dressed and we left his room, using the front door to leave the house.

***

“What took you guys so long?” Hanna was sitting on top of a log, her legs folded underneath her. She was busily typing on her phone.

“It’s only been a few minutes, quit complaining” Killen moved over next to her, pulling me with him. “I got some DNA test’s I had them sent over to your dorm, wouldn’t want mom to get suspicious”

Hanna nodded, “She just texted me, she said she wants to talk things through since she knows it didn’t go down well yesterday, she wants to meet me for dinner with her and Kylie’s dad downtown” She raised a brow “Should I go?”

I nodded, it was the best thing to do, “Go but don’t forgive her, just stall long enough so I can go through some of her stuff and see if I can find anything”

Hanna nodded typing on her phone again, moments later she had sent the message and she stuffed her phone into the front pocket of her acid washed jeans. “Will an hour do?”

I stared at her blankly, “Sorry Han, but I'm gonna need more than an hour, I'll be going through all of her things, I don’t even want to imagine how many bags and purses she has”

Hanna nodded, “The most I can do is Three hours, but that’s only because we’ll be getting coffee afterwards, I won’t talk to her through out the whole dinner and I'll tip the server an extra to make our food come in extra late”

“It’s a plan” We all nodded in agreement.