Her Secret Desires

Greif

my eyes were still heavy with sleep. I stopped walking, turning to the front door. West, Silas and Kil stood there with a look like they had been caught. It seemed

as if everyone was heading out, my dad holding the front door knob. My brother

Matt is standing right behind him.

I stood there confused, trying to take in the situation in front of me. Why were the guys here so early? Where were they going? I realized that they were carrying heavy large book bags with rods sticking out, lure

baits peeking out of the zippers. Realization hit me like a freight train. I knew where they were going. They did this every year.

Yet I was confused. Why were they going on the fishing trip today of all days? The boys didn’t tell me. We had made plans. They looked apologetic, and my dad came over smiling, wrapping his enormous

arms around me in an embrace, and kissed my temple. “Ah sweety let them off easy today, we found a new fishing spot, and there is a wager on the table. Whoever can get the biggest fish gets my blessing”

I didn’t understand what that meant, which made him laugh and made me pout.

I glared at the boys, ready to let them

have it! Unfortunately, looking at their stupid, handsome, happy pleading faces. I couldn’t stay mad at them, and they knew it. My anger melted away as I tried to pretend I was still mad. They promised to make it up to me.

(Flashback ended)

I loved my dad. He was just so… warm like the sun he had his own gravitational pull and drew everyone to him. He was also a handsome man, too, with broad shoulders causing the women at the high society fundraisers to ogle him. Some even tried to flirt. Laughing a little too hard at his jokes. Trust me when I say my dad wasn’t that funny. He was more like dad jokes funny.

Too bad for them, he was married to my mother. She had a smile that could light up a room, warm as a summer morning, but to those who had ulterior motives, her words were as sharp as a two edged sword. Yea.. she wasn’t someone you wanted to make an enemy out of.

My hair was my prize possession. It was long, and it gave me a sense of security

allowing me to draw comfort in rather uncomfortable situations. Just

like my dad did...

Looking into the mirror, I noticed that my normal vibrant green eyes still had a pink tint to them. I had dark circles around them from crying all night. Yesterday was the four year anniversary of my mom and dad’s passing.

Me and the group ended up watching the comedy "The Proposal."" That was one of Kil and mine's favorites, but I couldn’t get myself focused enough to watch it. The grief was too much, I could see everyone felt the same.

My parents weren’t just mine. They were ours. My mom was so loving and nurturing. Silas and Kil didn’t have that growing up. Their mother died in childbirth, and their stepmother was more into shopping than being a mother to them. Spending as much money as she could squeeze out of Mr. Anderson.

My mom treated them like her own. Fussing over them and making sure they had everything they needed. She would have cooking dates with Kil and spend time in the garden with Silas most days.

West took it the worst. he and dad were like two peas in a pod. When he wasn’t playing football at school, or with me and the guys, He was with dad. They worked on dads favorite Aston Martin, watching sports games and fishing. Dad eventually gave it to West as an eighteenth birthday present before the accident... That's when he fell apart.