My return home for the Christmas holidays wasn’t really the way I had pictured it as Dean leapt from the car before it had even stopped and fled into the house and growling irritated at him I followed.
“Hey Jess I want to talk to you.” Derek called across the entrance hall which I had been striding purposefully across towards the boys who had all flitted out in response to our car arriving back. Their happy smiles instantly faded to be replaced by complete dismay. I sighed heavily and turned folding my arms.
“Oh why don't you just order me to listen.” He looked completely unabashed,
“Yes I’ve wanted to talk to you. Its you who have been childish.” he snorted “even by your standards. But now I have a good idea why.”
“So what your dragging me back here to talk or just to try and control
