Page 17 of Tye

“I’m Eddie, Tye’s sister, or Ice, as he’s now called.”

“Hey, I’m Demi.”

“No, you’re a bitch. Actually, no, that’s too kind. You’re a raging, rude, motherfucking asshole,” Eddie stated and crossed her arms.

My mouth dropped open at Eddie’s language, and I heard a chuckle.

“Don’t let Mom hear you,” a man chided as he entered the room.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Christian,” Eddie retorted, her eyes narrowed.

“No idea, sister mine, but if you’re gonna sound off and cuss like a sailor, then shut the fuckin’ door so Mum doesn’t catch you,” Christian stated.

I frowned. Christian had just claimed Eddie as his sister, yet his accent was pure English, and hers was American. This household was confusing as hell because Tye was also American.

“Fine, but this asshole needs to do one and leave our home. Bitch upset Tye,” Eddie snapped.

“Did you?” Christian asked, turning to me.

“Yes, on a complete misunderstanding. It was my fault,” I replied.

“Damn right it was. Demi here, accused Tye of being born with a silver spoon. Stupid cow,” Eddie hissed.

Christian looked amused and didn’t seem to care what his little sister said. The door opened, and an older teenager stuck his head in.

“Why are we all hiding in the den?” he asked, and I was struck with another English accent. The teen’s eyes narrowed on Eddie. “If you’re causing mayhem, sis, give it a rest for tonight. Mum has guests, and Dad is on edge. They don’t need your shit.”

Eddie’s face screwed even further. “Bitch upset Tye. Said he was born with a silver spoon, and he was a rich brat. She needs an ass-kicking. I’m gonna call Serenity to do it.”

“What you say to my brother?” the teen asked, entering and shutting the door.

“Aaron, calm your tits,” Christian chided.

“The fuck I will. This is one of the guests, and she won’t be for long if she’s going to insult us kids,” Aaron spat.

Aaron turned and offered me a malevolent glare. “Tye’s my older brother, and he’s been through a lot. I don’t give a shit whoyou are, you speak to everyone in this house with respect or get the hell out!”

“Look, it’s a misunderstanding,” I said, putting my hands up. “I made an assumption because I thought Tye was making one about me. I was wrong, and I will apologise as soon as I find him. And I’m sorry for upsetting Eddie. It’s perfectly simple, I don’t understand the household, and everything is overwhelming. I’ve had to leave the ranch I called home for twenty-five years, and I’m off my stride. I’ve only ever left for a vacation.”

“If that was an attempt at an excuse, it sucked. Never make excuses; own your fuckups and apologise. Grow some girl balls,” Eddie snapped.

Damn, this kid had more attitude than Trudy.

“Eddie, I do own my mistakes, and I hate rudeness. I was explaining, not excusing, there’s a difference. If you’re not sure of what that is, look it up,” I retorted, and Christian snorted in response.

“She’s never going to try to argue with Eddie? Can we film this shit?” Aaron asked Christian in an aside.

“She has a name, and it’s Demi. And now who’s being rude?” I interrupted.

“She speaks about herself in third person,” Eddie mocked, and I wanted to strangle the brat.

“It’s Demi,” I ground out. “Clearly, you’re unaware of the experience of sarcasm.”

“What on earth is that?” Eddie spat.

“Seriously, I have to explain it?”

“No, dumbass, that was an example of it!” Eddie hissed.

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