2. Home with the Mckenzie siblings

For me there's no difference between dislike and hate, cause when I hate you, I dislike you. And when I dislike you, I hate you. That's why I dislike you from the start to hate you, and hate you to dislike you.

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"SO HONEY, we'd be going to Bora Bora to spend our two weeks honey moon." Dad says as we sit for dinner the next day evening.

"Honey moon? Bora Bora?" I ask in shock because I was dumb enough to forget Dad would've to go on a honey moon after his marriage.

And I hear snorts and chuckles from the Mackenzie siblings.

Yeah, they're right here in my Dad's house, sitting on our goddamn dinning and eating our food, with their slut of a mother Doris, whose hands remains on Dad's arm all the time. She and the Mckenzie siblings had their stuffs moved into our house right before the marriage.

They slept in last night, while Dad and Doris lodge in one of his hotels and returned late this evening.

Last night I couldn't sleep, I tossed in bed althrough. Knowing that the Mckenzie siblings slept under the same roof with me made me sick.

Gold fucking diggers.

The red head has his face scrunched up in disgust as the bulter settles the steak and broccoli in front of him.

Miranda is fidgeting with her phone, her food still untouched. Today she's putting on sweat pants and a tube top that shows her slim figure.

Curly hair, hefty body boy, stabs his fork to the steak, raises it up and eats it like a dog. Making irritable sounds as he chews with his mouth open.

Dirty blonde hair, green eyes, shithead boy eyes has been on me all through, even before I glance at his way

"I don't want to be left with them, they should go on the honeymoon with their mother for all I care." I growl and Doris gasps at this. That moment I hear the Mckenzie siblings talking to eachother in low voices.

Throwing weird glances at my way.

Sarah even gives me the middle finger which I gladly return.

On seeing this, Dad awkwardly clears his throat.

"Now Kate, we can't have you on bad terms with the Mackenzie siblings, can we? I'm married to their mother so they're now your siblings."

"I hate them." I snap.

Doris looks nervous and pale when she hears this. She carries the glass cup in front of her and dawns the whole content of water with shaky hands.

Dad face palms then shakes his head.

"That we already know bitch, and the feeling is mutual." Miranda speaks up before the others can, glaring daggers at me.

The curly hair boy and the dirty blonde hair boy just smirks at me, while the red head glares at me with so much venom.

"Leave her alone you guys, the bitch looks like she badly needs to get fucked."

It's the dirty blonde hair boy.

And the first time I'm hearing his voice. His British accent is thicker than his siblings.

I snort and narrow my eyes at him. "Why don't you go hide yourself at some corner and fuck yourself? You've got two holes motherfucker. The trash you call mouth and your smelly sticky anus." I fire at him and for the third time, Doris gasps.

"You are so pathetic." The red head finally speaks up. He pretends to choke and starts making gagging sounds which earns him a slap at the back of his head from his sister, Sarah.

"Where are your manners, Samuel Elliot Mckenzie?" His mom inquires, glaring so hard at him and for the first time, I see the slight resemblance between the two.

He looks over at Dad who has two of his fingers joint together and his chin untop of it, as he stares thoughtfully at us, mostly the red head Sam, who just shrugs. Dad gets slightly irritiated.

I pick up my fork, stab the steak, cut some piece off and shove it into my mouth. I smirk as I chew because I can feel five pair of eyes, drilling holes into my body.

"Now can we have lunch in peace?" Dad asks, and the dirty blonde hair boy scoffs.

Our chief butler who's served Dad for over twenty years, even before my birth, Ivan, is serving desserts after dinner and curly hair boy accidentally knocks the hot streaming jug of coffee at his side and it pours on the butler who leaps up forgetting he's holding a tray of pastries and the contents are sent flying in the air.

"Oh fuck!"

"Shit."

And I burst into uncontrollable laughter when I see Doris with whipped cream on her hair and face like a clown, some on Dad's face too, because he's at her side.

All the Mckenzie siblings has stains of pastries on their hair and faces.

I'm the one with no stains cause I'm sitting farther away from them as possible, on the giant dinning table.

The butler apologises and attempts to clean Doris up, but she refuses and dismiss him calmly, like nothing happened.

She's lucky she isn't a mean ass bitch, or else, I'd have hate her even more. But that changes no fact that she's a bitch.

Dad takes the whipped cream off her hair and stuffs it into his mouth before kissing her.

We the kids groan in disgust looking away.

And Doris giggles.

"Bitch."

"What did you say?" Dad asks and I look up at him innocently.

"Nothing."

* * *

"Baby! Why do you give me such a hard time?

I know he said he loves you more than I,

That's a lie, let me change your mind.

Uh oh, uh oh ooooh

Baby! Stop before you make a big mistake,

Stop before you turn and walk away.

Give me time, let me change your mind.

Oh oh oh ooooh"

It's the Mckenzie siblings singing the chorus of 'Westlife's Change Your Mind' at the top off their lungs. Singing off key, shouting unnecessarily and slapping the back of their seats. While the two girls shakes their bodies, the three boys nods their heads heavily as they sing. Even the shithead driver is nodding along with them.

They all look happy except me.

Gold fucking diggers.

I know it's to piss me off because I don't know the lyrics of the song. I pretend to  read a novel, but I'm listening to them sing. Loneliness envelopes me at this. Because they're just united as they sing.

We are on our way back home from the airport inside the limousine. It's the song blasting from the speakers of the car as the Mr Cole is driving us home.

Dad, knowing I wouldn't ride with the McKenzie siblings announced earlier on that we'd all ride in the same car to the airport to see them off. So the eight of us piled into the car like sardines. Not really, I'm just pissed.

And now, I'd get to live with them.

I fling my book on the floor in anger, groan and face palm.