The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

I am a little more alert than yesterday now anyway. Sleep has helped, so has being roughed up and I don’t feel so distraught today. In fact, I feel like yesterday was just one massive dream and the effects are yet to catch up. I trip on my slipper as I maneuver the bright room, table already laid for breakfast, and my mother sat in a robe, bleary-eyed and chipper is gazing at us fondly. Leila has obviously ripped us both out of bed, seeing as it is barely seven a.m.

“She threw me on the floor and threatened to break my nose.” I immediately point out as she sits at one end of the table, grabbing a croissant and jam as she does so. I know my dad is probably already up and showering for work and we won’t be seeing him anytime soon. He takes breakfast with him on the commute to his offices, about a thirty-minute drive away. Not that he needs to work, his company runs itself, and we are hardly poor.

“Leila … Don’t be harsh on your baby sister.” mom gives her a serious frown as Leila slides in at the table opposite her instead of the seat she had been hovering at a minute ago. I guess she figures close and cozy at one end of the table will make me more likely to spill my guts, or I will be close enough to assault with the butter knife.

“Momma, when you start beating her then I won’t need to.” Leila smiles cheekily and delves into the pile of pancakes being laid down by the new young housekeeper. I think her name is Olivia or something, we haven’t been introduced. My parents forget that the housekeepers are people too sometimes, and I happen to be around the same age as her. I smile her way and get a blush in return before she scurries off.

“I will never beat my children.” She says in almost sheer disgust, as though the very thought is abhorrent to her.

“That’s why we’re all spoiled brats who think alcohol is God’s answer to all our problems, Mom. God knows I could have used a few spankings in my time.” Leila smiles brightly and I curb the urge to say out loud that I am sure she has had many a spanking that Daniel probably still provides. “I’ll spank Sophie for you if you like?” She smirks my way, eyebrows raised in that ‘and I’ll like it’ sort of look she’s good at. I giggle, extending another middle finger because she is only confirming my thoughts on her sexual preferences.

“You will not. I won’t hear of any of you hitting one another.” Mom’s now buttering toast, small happy glances at my presence at the table, and of the familiarity of this unfolding scene, obviously making her joyful today.

late.” Leila smiles as I stick my tongue out at her. Our mother snaps up in alarm as

left permanent marks.” The childishness of my tattle telling only

under this roof? How do any of you function

I offer as an explanation and sort

for one ‘Daniel Hunter’ back in her early twenties. We both grin

to hear uttered from her innocent babies’ mouths.” She seems alarmed, resigned to the fact this isn’t new to her after raising six troubled children and carries

asshole act a moment of respite and seems wary about pushing me. I glance nervously at the two of them, heads down as they work on their food

work out, work through, and I promise I’ll be better after I get over it. I’m sorry that I’ve put you through hell, all of you. I was in pain and doing what I thought I needed to get through it. I know that it’s wrong and it isn’t how I want to continue living my life.” I keep

get over him, all on your own.” Leila is always too sharp, it’s crazily unnerving, and when my head darts up, it only confirms what Leila is saying. She shakes her head angrily. “Do I actually have to beat seven shades of shit out of some

has seen years of Leila going off the rails over the man she is now married to and knows only too well how the heart can send a girl over the edge when they have the same fire as we do. I’m like Leila in a lot of ways, and now I know I pretty much have been

some sort of

me, lifts her eyebrow over a sternly