Twisted Fate

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“You asshole! Give! It! Back!” Reggie Fairchild shrieked at her half-brother, Simon Baudelaire, pronouncing each word with hot rage. Simon laughed and waved the cell phone high above her head. His mouth was twisted in a rakish grin as Reggie tried frantically to grab the ringing phone from his hands. Unfortunately, Simon towered above her and though she was determined, her slight and petite body did not compare to Simon’s sleek muscles. It infuriated her that he played these childish games. He was going to be 17 for crissakes, he needed to act like one!

“Come on, Reg. I’ll make it easier for you,” he taunted, falling back onto the couch. Reggie fell upon him, trying to pry the phone from his long fingers. Her pitch-black hair fell in her face and over her blazing blue eyes. Simon laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself. It was even more satisfying to feel Reggie moving on top of him, so close he could smell her perfume. It was the only time she would go near him, Simon thought bitterly. When the phone stopped ringing and he still did not let go, Reggie’s patience snapped and she plowed her knee into his stomach, right above his crotch. Simon yelped, the pleased smile knocking off his face and his grip loosened from the phone. Reggie snatched it away and stood up. Her hair was a messy around her head and a fine sheen of sweat glistened across her red features. Simon was moaning and wincing on the couch, which gave Reggie satisfaction.

“You are such an immature prick, Simon. You deserved it,” she told him icily and in a matter-of-fact tone. Simon glared at her but inwardly he was content. He would take any punishment she would inflict on him as long as she was not talking to another boy. Simon watched as she flipped her hair away from her ear and listened intently to the voice mail Peter must have left.

“Yo, Reh-gee-nah. Just calling to tell you I found an a-p-a-r-t-m-e-n-t for you and Candy to check out. Rent isn’t too bad either. Well, call me back when you can. I am going to tell Candy, ta-ta.” Reggie smiled and closed her phone. She would have to call Peter back later for more details. She couldn’t say anything with Simon was in ear shot. No one in her family was supposed to know about her planning to move out. It did not need to turn into a big ordeal and frankly, she wanted to move so they would never find her.

“I am going to my room,” Reggie told Simon, narrowing her blue eyes at him. He had recovered and was lounging gingerly on the couch. A slight smile was lingering on his lips and he looked at her with half closed eyes. He looked just like Molly, their mother. He had the same thick light brown hair that was naturally highlighted, the same blue-green eyes and smirking mouth that curled sensuously when he was genuinely amused. Simon was lean and lithe underneath his jeans and Naruto shirt. He also inherited Molly’s tallness and long legs. Those long, sinewy legs were crossed over one another now. It made her hate him even more.

"Aw, sis. Don’t be so cold. I was just kidding around. Come on,” Simon coaxed in his sexy way. He had the rich and luxurious that would make any girl wet and he knew how to make it purr. Reggie snorted underneath her breath but a tinge of arousal caught her off guard.

“Bite me,” she snarled, nastily, before stomping off. Simon’s smile dissolved once he no longer could see Reggie. He kicked out angrily and cursed himself for making her angry. He could not help himself. Jealousy had over taken him when he saw Peter’s name flash on her cell phone. He couldn’t bear to hear her flirt and giggle over the phone with some other guy. Reggie was his soul mate after all and he could not have her. And if he couldn’t, well, no one was allowed to, he decided. Grumbling angrily under his breath, Simon placed his head into his hands. This was a fucking joke. The powers that be were really playing a nasty joke on him. His only true love was his damn sister, who hated him. It was unfair but he still loved her.

Upstairs, Reggie slammed the door with a forceful crack. She threw her phone onto her bed and collapsed into a chair in front of her desk. Behind her old computer, she noticed her reflection in the small hanging mirror. Her black hair, cut into a shaggy bob and streaked with blonde, was ruffled and stuck to her cheeks. Some of her make-up was smeared and her lipstick had faded. Reggie growled and grabbed a brush from the desk. She was still fuming about Simon’s apparent immaturity. How could an overachiever, goody-goody be so immature? Honestly! What was Simon’s problem? Reggie smoothed down her hair and fixed her make-up.

“I hate him so much, “ she muttered to herself suddenly. Yet, he consumes your thoughts, a tiny voice mocked. He is your little brother, girl, and you cannot get him off your mind. How naughty you are! It is not like that, she argued with her inner self. Yet something deep down, she was unconvinced and that moment of desire when he purred lingered. Reggie winced and scowled at her reflection. Shut up! Shut up! She hated him! She hated him and Charles and Molly. Nothing would change the rage she felt for the little family. Reggie slammed the brush down and stood up quickly. She needed nicotine! And she needed to call Peter about the apartment. Reggie had one more month until she was eighteen and then she was out of this hellhole and away from Simon.