"Ni, come on out and meet the Williams", Mum calls from the living room.

I grunt and snort before lazily getting out of bed. Why does this have to happen? I don't care if some dumb ass family just moved in. I don't even get why mum wants me to meet them. It's not like I'm important or something.

"Coming"

I yell back as I put on my flip flops. I take a look at myself in the mirror. My hair is in a mess and I've not showered, I mean come on, it's just 8:30am, still to early for a bath.

I've been awake since 6:00am doing nothing but scrolling through Instagram reels. I only brush my teeth and concluding that I'm okay, I move to the living room.

It's not like I'm going to impress anybody or something but immediately I get to the living room, I regret not looking good. OMG, geez, why didn't I think of this.

"Um, hello?"

It was more of a question. I decide not to let my embarrassed self show itself as I look at this gorgeous family.

"Ah, Anita, here you are. Mrs Williams, this is my first child Anita, Anita meet Mrs Williams and her second child and only daughter Zara", mum squeals like a child.

Mum can sometimes be like this. I just roll my eye and move to shake Mrs Williams and Zara but I was so surprised to be pulled into a hug by Zara. Weird.

Who hugs at first sight? And I really don't do hugs.

"I thought there are three of you, where are the rest?", I ask.

"Ah, don't worry my dear, Zachary my first son isn't in but Zayn should be here in a few".

Do these people have to put emphasis on the position of the child?  And hold up! Did she just say Zayn, like Zayn in my dreams. Nah, it can't be him, it might just be a coincidence and why isn't Mr reeves here?

He's meant to be here, it's not like I give a fuck where he is. I'm about to move back to my room when the main door opens and a whiff of the all too familiar musky vanilla scent hits my nose, what the fuckery is this?

Can that dream be...no, it can't be, it's just a dr...my words get stuck in my mouth as I see the familiar stranger, with heightened handsomeness and shiny white streak. Oh the eyes, the amazing sky blue eyes.

I turn away and quickly rush back to my seat like nothing happened.

"Oh, Mrs Reeves, this is my last born, Zayn",
Mrs Williams tells mother.

Again! Emphasis on the position of the child is not necessary!
I scream in my head.

"Oh, wonderful. Ni, look at Mrs Williams son, Zayn".

I try to still my racing pulse, heart and mind. I look at him and he looks at me. Oh fuck, how can it be? It's just a dream, it's just a dream, I keep telling myself but when I shut my eyes close and reopen them again, the handsome figure is still there staring at me.

I suddenly feel angry, why is he staring at me like am some kinda disgusting rag? Just to make my assumptions clear, he strides past me to his sister who's fuming at him and I can't tell the reason why.

"Um Anita? Right?, well I'd like a glass of wa...orange juice".

What the...who the fuck does he think he is? Oh I'll give him orange juice alright. I go to the kitchen bring out four glass cups and a pack of orange juice. Knowing mother, she wouldn't drink.

Something about sugar level.

I bring it out, pour out the first cup, give it to Mrs Williams, pour out the second glass, give it to Zara, pour out the third glass and I walk past him to sit beside Zara leaving his hand hanging in the air.

"If you want some, juice, the pack's there, the glass is there, serve yourself". I say smirking.

To my surprise, Zara laughs and gives me a high five.

"Hey fellas, what's up?". Chris yells as he enters the living room.

Oh boy Chris can be annoying at times. Forgetting about the others, I move to take my bath.

I decide to wear a black pencil jean with a pink crop top that reads :my life my rules, fuck off'. Done with dressing, I sit on my bed.

What the...

"Aaarrgghhhh" I scream as Chris, Robert, Zora, Zara and Zayn barges into my room.

"Christopher Kennedy Reeves what are you doing here and why have you brought them here. You know nothing pleasant comes out of my mouth when talking to strangers".

I whisper through gritted teeth for only his hearing. He just shrugs and says,
"They want to speak with you".

They? Who are the they? I don't bother voicing out my thought as I calmly say,

"You all should get the fu...just get out of my room".

"Just calm down we need to talk".

Oh that voice, I instantly melt at his words but being pretty much a loner, I mask up my emotions.

"Why do you even hate strangers?".

A melodic voice asks and I realize it's coming from Zara. How'd she know I hate people, I look at Chris and I see him looking anywhere but me.

"Oh please, she doesn't hate them, it just that she doesn't say anything good to them. No matter how hard she tries, it always comes out as an insult. Don't judge her though, she's the nicest human you'll possibly find in this world. That's all I can say. If you want her to trust you, then you'd have to prove your worthiness. I highly doubt that because she doesn't trust a soul in this house but there's no harm in trying".

I fight the urge to keep my mouth shut and I rub my chest as I feel the lump. I haven't cried in two years and I can't afford to do that especially not in front of these beings and I'm even more surprised that it's Rob who said these things.

I've always known Robert to be an observant person but not to the extent of me. How'd he know all these things?

"Please just go".

It was meant to come out fierce but it came out in a hoarse whisper. I didn't look up but I heard shuffling of feet and then Zora comes and hugs me and to my utter dismay, she says,

"I've always tried getting close to you but you keep blocking me off".

I didn't know that, I am only trying to protect her from finding out about Mr Reeves. She looks into my eyes and continues,

"I still love you though but please I'm in dire need of a big sister, my friends in school always tell me theirs and how they go out and have fun".

I look at her 10 year old figure and wonder how she became so smart. Guess she took it from me. She walks up to Zayn.

Why are these people whom I refer to as my siblings treating me like some sort of sadist who needs therapy?

I don't give off that vibe do I?

"Would you bend down Mr?" Zora says in her adorable voice and he obliges by kneeling to her eye level and she taps him on the nose and drags his ear before she says,

"You better do something to make her feel pain so she'll cry. Mom says she's suffering from depression that's why she hasn't cried in two years -whatever that means- and I mean it".
She leaves and I feel the lump again in my throat.

"Excuse me! I am right here. I can hear you! What makes you think I haven't cried? I went to college, you didn't follow me there"
I say pouting my lips and folding my arms.

It's so wrong they can read me like an open book.

"Ever since we accused you of breaking dad's mug, your countenance changed. You try so hard to hide it but we are very observant. If you had cried, we would have known because your attitude will be affected but it's the same mean attitude you put up. I mean you still refer to your own father as Mr Reeves"
Christopher says in a manner of fact tone and I only stare with my mouth agape.

Robert nods in agreement and Zora just shifts her gaze among her three older siblings probably wondering what's going on.

"Well I'm off to watch SpongeBob while you grown ups can sort your issues"
Zora cleverly states and moves out of the door.

"I have to go study, I have a State's championship I need to win"
Robert says, exiting the room

"I have to go practice with my friends. The basketball competition is also coming up and we Reeves love winning"

Christopher states with a smirk and I wink.

I silently mouth an 'I hate you' and he blows me a kiss before vanishing to the other side of the house.

"What sort of girl are you, if I had siblings telling me that shit, I'd be crying but you're not",

Zayn says huffing. Huh? who is this mother fucking, handsome stranger? His deal is my crying? I ball  my hands into fist and look up at him

"Get your mother fucking ass out of my door now"

"He's so sorry, he didn't mean it like that, please we only came to talk to you". Zara says.

"About what?"

"You".

"Me?"

They nod their head simultaneously.

Should I tell them.... Should I not tell them. And how did this happen? Maybe I'm dreaming again? I thought he wasn't real. Isn't he just  my imagination?

Even if he's real, what is he doing here? With all these thoughts, my head begins to throb. Wait a second... Maybe they're werewolves. I quickly open my eyes and stare at them real hard. They shift uncomfortably.

"First of, tell me the truth, you guys aren't werewolves right?"

Zara's eyes widen, she moves back a bit and looks at Zayn then back at me. She looks horrified and terrified also.
And then...

A /N
Hey beautiful people, how's it going?
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-Anita