A Lovely Guest

A Chapter by HeartInTheDark

When I come too, I realise I am laying in my bed with a damp cloth on my head, s**t I knew I should have skipped the gym today seeing as I was not in the best shape but I thought I could burn it off before it became a fever, how embarrassing I collapsed right in front of such a beauty. Well I feel alright now might as well join them for dinner and find out who they are. I walk out of my room and through the lounge room to the dining area to see them sitting at the table, as I enter all eyes jump straight to me and I freeze in the spot as I realise that her eyes are on me as well. Uncle Pete is the first to say anything “Rhys my boy are you sure you are alright to eat” he has a habit of calling me “my boy” even though he is not my dad, he doesn’t even look like him. I reply to him with a sharp glare and snap at him “firstly I’m not ‘your’ anything, and I’m fine as long as I don’t push myself, anyway I’m hungry so just let me be” I take my seat at the table realising the seating arrangement, uncle In front of the older women and me in front of the beautiful girl, whose name I am yet to learn, me and Uncle Pete are seated beside each other, as the usual setting. Everyone is eating the meal I cooked quietly, the atmosphere is very tense as we wait for someone to speak up, and Uncle Pete is the first saying “Would either of you lovely ladies like a drink? Rhys has a stock of ciders in the fridge he can grab you one” he says this with a really gentlemanly tone, the older one responds with the shake of her head while the young girl replies in a voice so soft and beautiful, with a slight British accent, “Yes please that would be lovely” I get up from my chair without reluctance as I’m happy to help her, what I hear next is what I don’t like “get me a beer while you’re at it too would you” says Uncle Pete with a massive Grin on his face. Of course I instantly response with a snarl “Get it yourself you lazy Git” and turn and walk to the kitchen, I hear a chair pull out and footsteps follow, angry footsteps. Looks like I’m going hungry tomorrow, whenever he is in a foul mood he refuses to give me money for lunch the next day, oops. I grab the Cider out of my mini fridge and close it as I turn around to face him, and oh do I get an earful, usually he would yell but this time he snarled at me with a low voice “Could you not be so rude to me in front of our guests? I know you don’t like me but you’re making us both look bad” my instant response is something he doesn’t expect “Uncle you know I don’t hate you, I just don’t like how you call me, and I would like an explanation of what the hell is going on”. He grabs a beer from the main fridge and gestures to me to follow him back to the table, I grab a glass of water before returning.

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