*Derrick POV*
Sometimes I wish she would just leave things alone when I ask her to. I needed space from her right now, so I took Charie the bag of clothes with his name on it, and then dropped my dad and Amber's stuff off in their room.
I grabbed a cigar out of the humidor on my dad's dresser, and stepped out to the patio. That's one thing Brandon was a stickler about; no smoking inside the house.
I sat on the lounge chair near the fire pit. I bent over to light the pit, and heard a voice from behind me. f**k!
"DK? Is that you?" Theresa, Brandon's little sister asked. She had been pursuing me since I was thirteen years old, but I have never been interested.
"Hey Tee, yea, it's me. I'm not in the mood for company," I informed her. Instead of leaving, she plopped down on the seat acr
