that he had a problem with me from
the start. He probably thought I was getting what was coming to me like Dale
had.
Guys sucked!
Leaning back in my seat I drew a trembling hand through
my hair. Looking down at my injured hand I tried moving my fingers and groaned.
There had to be possibly two broken fingers there. A wayward tear slipped down
my cheek and I wiped it away angrily. It was only a little pain. I could handle
that. It was the shock of the situation that was getting to me, shock and
disappointment at the fallacies of people; although I don’t know why I was
surprised about that, and I wasn’t going to have a breakdown because of it. It
had been bad but I had protected myself…I was fine.
I was used to handling things, if I didn’t everything
would fall apart around me.
Taking a few deep breaths to offset the pain and shock
I looked at the clock on the dash. Ten-thirty p.m. Hell! It was still early. I
started laughing but it began to breakup into hiccups and what could possibly end
up as sobs so I took in more deep breaths.
Once I was in control—though my limbs still felt weak
and shaky—I put the car in gear and headed for the hospital. On the way I tried
thinking up a lie on how I could have broken my hand. There was no way I could
tell anyone the truth.
Chapter Four
SETH
“What the hell is wrong with the fucking water?” I
yelled stomping down the stairs. I was in a pair of sweats I’d thrown on after
the water in the shower had gone from a jet stream to a light trickle.
Landon and Evan walked out from the kitchen. “What are
you yelling about?” Landon asked biting into some toast.
I reached the bottom and headed for the basement door.
“There’s something wrong with the water pressure. My shower cut off half way
through.” Jerking open the basement door I stomped down the stairs and found
out what was wrong. Water was spraying everywhere from a busted pipe in the
floor joists and there was a nice size lake forming under it.
Rushing down the steps and through the water shower
that immediately soaked me I reached the valve and turned the water off. The
gushing spray slowly diminished to drips.
“This is fucking great.” I grumbled in irritation
looking up at the dripping pipe.
Landon and Evan had followed me down the stairs but had
stayed by the steps and as a result they hadn’t gotten wet. “Looks like a
broken pipe.” Evan pointed out needlessly.
“You’re a genius.” I grumbled.
“That’s common knowledge.” Evan shot back grinning.
“Unbelievable!” I stared in shock at what I was seeing.”
If my dad knew I’d been living in this house for three years and was just now
finding out how bad the plumbing in this house was he’d kick my ass.”
Landon and Seth stepped closer, but not too close, and
looked up in confusion. “What?” They both said in unison.
“Whoever did the plumbing in this house, or redid the
plumbing in this house, used the most inexpensive materials they could find. It
looks like someone went crazy at Dollar Store and hodge-podged it all
together.” I said in disgust.
“So we call a plumber, right?” Evan queried cluelessly.
I turned my disgusted look on him. “No, we need to call
the landlord. It’s up to him what he wants to do. I can’t fucking believe
this.” I grumbled stomping back up the stairs with Landon and Evan at my heels.
“What? It should only take maybe an hour to fix a
busted water pipe.” Landon said.
I sighed. “Sure, but the plumbing in this house looks
like it needs to be entirely replaced, and that could take a week or two
depending on who does it.”
“Whoa,” Landon
the start. He probably thought I was getting what was coming to me like Dale
had.
Guys sucked!
Leaning back in my seat I drew a trembling hand through
my hair. Looking down at my injured hand I tried moving my fingers and groaned.
There had to be possibly two broken fingers there. A wayward tear slipped down
my cheek and I wiped it away angrily. It was only a little pain. I could handle
that. It was the shock of the situation that was getting to me, shock and
disappointment at the fallacies of people; although I don’t know why I was
surprised about that, and I wasn’t going to have a breakdown because of it. It
had been bad but I had protected myself…I was fine.
I was used to handling things, if I didn’t everything
would fall apart around me.
Taking a few deep breaths to offset the pain and shock
I looked at the clock on the dash. Ten-thirty p.m. Hell! It was still early. I
started laughing but it began to breakup into hiccups and what could possibly end
up as sobs so I took in more deep breaths.
Once I was in control—though my limbs still felt weak
and shaky—I put the car in gear and headed for the hospital. On the way I tried
thinking up a lie on how I could have broken my hand. There was no way I could
tell anyone the truth.
Chapter Four
SETH
“What the hell is wrong with the fucking water?” I
yelled stomping down the stairs. I was in a pair of sweats I’d thrown on after
the water in the shower had gone from a jet stream to a light trickle.
Landon and Evan walked out from the kitchen. “What are
you yelling about?” Landon asked biting into some toast.
I reached the bottom and headed for the basement door.
“There’s something wrong with the water pressure. My shower cut off half way
through.” Jerking open the basement door I stomped down the stairs and found
out what was wrong. Water was spraying everywhere from a busted pipe in the
floor joists and there was a nice size lake forming under it.
Rushing down the steps and through the water shower
that immediately soaked me I reached the valve and turned the water off. The
gushing spray slowly diminished to drips.
“This is fucking great.” I grumbled in irritation
looking up at the dripping pipe.
Landon and Evan had followed me down the stairs but had
stayed by the steps and as a result they hadn’t gotten wet. “Looks like a
broken pipe.” Evan pointed out needlessly.
“You’re a genius.” I grumbled.
“That’s common knowledge.” Evan shot back grinning.
“Unbelievable!” I stared in shock at what I was seeing.”
If my dad knew I’d been living in this house for three years and was just now
finding out how bad the plumbing in this house was he’d kick my ass.”
Landon and Seth stepped closer, but not too close, and
looked up in confusion. “What?” They both said in unison.
“Whoever did the plumbing in this house, or redid the
plumbing in this house, used the most inexpensive materials they could find. It
looks like someone went crazy at Dollar Store and hodge-podged it all
together.” I said in disgust.
“So we call a plumber, right?” Evan queried cluelessly.
I turned my disgusted look on him. “No, we need to call
the landlord. It’s up to him what he wants to do. I can’t fucking believe
this.” I grumbled stomping back up the stairs with Landon and Evan at my heels.
“What? It should only take maybe an hour to fix a
busted water pipe.” Landon said.
I sighed. “Sure, but the plumbing in this house looks
like it needs to be entirely replaced, and that could take a week or two
depending on who does it.”
“Whoa,” Landon
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