Broken Hill Halo: The Broken Hill High Series (Book 2) by Sheridan Anne

Author:Sheridan Anne [Anne, Sheridan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Mom had been home from Australia for all of a week when an envelope from dad’s work arrived in the mail and it’s been sitting on the kitchen table for three days now, unopened and untouched. Both of us not wanting to know what horrors hide inside. Last time we got one of these envelopes, dad had no idea about it

“You’ve got to open it,” I tell mom as we sit around the table, staring at the stupid thing.

“No,” she says. “You open it.

“I’m not opening it. He’s your husband.”

“He’s your father,” she snaps back.

I let out a groan and push myself up from the table. “Where do you think you’re going?” she says. “I told you, neither one of us are leaving this table until it’s done.”

“I’m getting something to drink,” I tell her as I walk straight past the kitchen and to dad’s alcohol cabinet in search of the expensive stuff. “What do you think?” I call as I survey the options. “Whiskey, rum, bourbon or vodka?”

“I am not getting wasted with my seventeen year old daughter,” she calls back.

“Vodka it is,” I say, reaching in and grabbing the pretty bottle. I see a couple of shot glasses on top and decide to go without. I have a feeling we’ll probably go through the whole bottle, swigging from the top. I mean, I know I’ve missed three weeks of school and I’m supposed to be going back in the morning, but this seems a little more important. I can deal with the consequences tomorrow.

I walk back out to mom and put the bottle down on the table. “Drink up,” I tell her.

She looks horrified at the bottle I’ve put before her. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Mom,” I say, using a scolding tone that she usually reserves for me. “Opening this letter is going to suck. For both of us,” I tell her before indicating to the bottle. “We’re going to need this. Come tomorrow, we can pretend that it never happened.”

She narrows her eyes, deep in thought before surprising the hell out of me and launching forward before grabbing the bottle. “Fine, but not a word about this to anyone. I don’t need those bitchy Country Club mothers looking down on me for getting drunk with my teenage daughter, and besides, if you tell anyone, I’ll tell them you’re lying.”

“Deal,” I laugh.

She cracks open the lid and instantly takes a swig. “Ugh,” she sputters as her whole face scrunches up. “I forgot how awful this stuff is.”

“I know,” I laugh. “Isn’t it magical?”

She shakes her head at me before passing the bottle. I take a drink as we sit around the table, waiting for the clear goodness to take effect. Half an hour later, we stare down the stupid envelope, neither one of us willing to open it. “You do it,” I tell her as our eyes flick from one another and back to the envelope.

“Not this shit again,” she groans.

An idea strikes and without giving it

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