Fraternizing With The Enemy (ON HOLD)

It is nothing but irony when your mother's best friend marries the person your father hates most in the world. I've never liked the Anthony family. Sure Auntie Keelin was okay, but the rest of the family were just plain assholes. And Mom just had to make us go on vacation with them. And we went. With no opposition from anyone. My opinion didn't matter, and Dad wouldn't fight it. It was always interesting to watch Dad and Frederick exchange "pleasantries". Mom and Keelin always looked so happy when they shook hands, but what they didn't notice were the death glares they gave each other. I try to say hello for the benefit of mother, but Frederick snubs me. The sexist freak. He thinks women are just baby machines. I have no doubt his son feels the same. And most people don't know it, but he has more kids than he lets on. He's a manwhore. And he doesn't even try to hide it. He leaves that job to his son. And "his son" insanely hot. But I was always a daddy's girl, and who he hated I despised. And that included Frederick and his son. We were sharing a cabin. It was big enough that I could avoid the Anthony's though. So I silently slipped away. I got to my room and was hit with waves of exhaustion. The second my head hit the pillow I was asleep. **** A buzzing snapped me awake, and I surveyed the darkness. I was a light sleeper. I looked at the clock. 4:32. Damn. I picked up my phone. It was my latest ex. He must've been drunk and needed something. He had texted, I'm bored. You should come over. I angrily texted back, You're bored? We're not together anymore, and I'm not gonna be your booty call. Go find another one of your sluts to ease your erection. I waited for a few minutes. When he didn't respond, I sighed with relief. If you were wondering, we broke up because he cheated. I hate cheaters. By that time, my mind was racing, and I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, so I grabbed a robe and went to get some water. I walked toward the window with the bottle but froze when I heard a voice. "You're up late." I turned to see a silhouette of a person. It was Cole, or "his son". I considered not answering, but instead, I replied, "It's entirely a matter of perspective. The way I see it, I'm up early." He smiled then laughed humorlessly, "Is that you or your father talking?" I stiffened, "Me. Not that it's any of your business." "It may not be, but that doesn't mean I don't understand the need to please my father." He stepped into the light and I saw that he was sporting a black eye that he didn't have last night. "Especially when I should be running the other direction." I didn't know what to say after that so I left to my room. What the hell? His father beat him. How did I not realize this before? Was I that shallow that I didn't care enough to notice? I laid down on my bed and shut my eyes as to create the illusion of me sleeping. But that's all it was, an illusion because sleep never came.