Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
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Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used FICTITIOUSLY. ANY resemblance to actual events locales, or person dead or living is COINCIDENTAL.
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‘The Right Kind Of Wrong’
LeAnn Rimes (Lyrics)
Know all about, yeah, 'bout your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless every time that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore
Oh, I know I should go; but I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you, yeah, isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
Well, I should try to be strong…but baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah, baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Might be a mistake, a mistake I'm makin'
But what you're givin' I am happy to be takin'
'Cause no ones ever made me feel the way I feel when I'm in your arms
They say you're something I should do without
They don't know what goes on when the lights go out
There's no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain
Loving you
That isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
Well, I should try to be strong
But baby, you're the right kind of wrong.
Yeah, baby, you're the right kind of wrong
I should try to run but I just can't seem to
'Cause every time I run you're the one I run to
Can't do without what you do to me
I don't care if I'm in too deep, yeah
Know all about, yeah, 'bout your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless; every time that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore
Oh, I know I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much, yeah
Loving you, yeah, isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
Well, I should try to be strong; I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah, baby, you're the right kind of wrong…
Chapter 1
Sophomore Year
“Vance don’t forget to wait for Vidalia after practice! I’d rather not listen to her yell at you for an hour again!” Dad yelled up the stairs.
“I know…I know!” I yelled back. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked out of my room. “Hurry the hell up, we’re gonna be late!” I pounded my fist on Vidalia’s bedroom door.
The door swung open, “Shut up with all the yellin’ this mornin’.” She grumbled.
My twin sister Vidalia…is not a morning person. According to dad she never has been and never will be.
It has been just the three of us since the day Vidalia and I were born, me being the oldest by seven minutes. Our mom Halana passed away from a blood clot shortly after Vidalia was born. With the help from my dad’s parents and moms family that lived close by, dad stayed sane throughout the hard parts of our childhood and was able to keep our family farm in full operation.
I bound down the stairs and went to the kitchen, dad always woke up early and made us breakfast, “Bacons done,” He nodded at the plate next to the stove then dished up pancakes onto another plate. “Sis about ready?” He asked.
“Mmhmm.” I mumbled around a mouth full of food.
Vidalia was pulling her long brown hair up into a pony tail as she walked into the kitchen, “Mornin’ daddy.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m not hungry I’ll go wait in the truck.” She said.
“Bullshit, eat.” Dad leveled her with a glare.
“Nice try.” I said with a grin. We both had our driver’s licenses but it was a constant fight with her on who got to drive. I was a better driver and less distracted. She was simply trying to skip breakfast so she could go wait in the driver’s seat.
“Screw you!” she flopped down in a chair and slapped a pancake and bacon onto a plate.
“You two…get along!” dad said, before sitting down with his own plate of food. “I need to talk to you both.” He cleared his throat and seemed nervous.
I looked at Vi, and then at dad, “What’s up?”
He took a drink of his coffee; “I have a date this weekend.” Vidalia rolled her eyes so I kicked her under the table before she could say anything rude. She narrowed her eyes at me and scratched her nose with her middle finger. “I saw that.” Dad said. He propped his elbows up on the table and stared at Vi. “I know you don’t like me dating but I think it’s time to test the waters a little more. I’m not getting any younger and you guys will be leaving home in a couple of short years. I’d like to have a nice wife to spend time with. I have a date with a nice lady this weekend.”
Vidalia shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, “So that means we have to stay home and be bored until you get home?”
“Just for a few hours.” He said. She rolled her eyes again, “Stop doin’ that shit you know it pisses me off.” Dad said with a sigh.
“I’ll make plans to stay with Kayla, Vance can go hang out with his friends. We are sophomores in high school you know.”
“That’s fine as long as I know where you both are at, and Kayla’s parents call me and let me know it’s okay that you’re staying the night.”
“Fine.”
“Fine!” Dad replied back.
I grabbed my backpack off the floor, “Do I need to pick anything up from the feed
store before I come home?”
“Nope, just remember to bring sis home.”
I laughed, “I’ll try.”
Vidalia grabbed her backpack and pushed away from the table then darted through the kitchen and out the door.
“You locked it didn’t you?” dad asked with a grin.
“Yes sir. Love you dad.” I twirled the keys around my finger as I sauntered out of the house.
“Love you too, Vance. Tell your sister to get her ass in here.” He never let us leave without telling us both he loved us.
Vidalia stomped her foot and went back inside when I told her dad wanted her inside. I couldn’t help but smile at the attitude she thought she was giving me.
< < < > > >
“So I take it you still don’t like dad goin’ on dates?” I asked once we had left the house.
“I know he needs female companionship, but after the last girlfriend, I hope he’s a little more selective.” She said.
“You were pretty harsh on her, I thought she was nice.”
Vidalia snorted, “Nice? NICE? She turned thirty five head of cattle out because she said she was being their “voice” and said they wanted to be set free from captivity…how is that nice?”
I pulled into my girlfriend’s driveway and put the pickup in park. I started to get out of the pickup then remembered; I had learned my lesson the last time when Vi tried to drive away leaving Julia and me at her house. I shut the pickup off and pulled the keys out of the ignition before I got out. “I said she was nice, I didn’t say she was smart.”
Julia, come skipping down the front steps and threw her arms around my neck before kissing me on the cheek. We started ‘dating’ in the eighth grade and our families were really good friends. “Mornin!” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Just a warnin’, Vi’s not too happy this mornin’.”
“Ut-oh, why?”
“Dad’s got a date Saturday night.”
“Ohhh,” she swung our hands back and forth as we walked toward the pickup. “Does that mean you can come hang out and watch movies?”
“I’m sure I can do that.” I opened the door for her and tossed her backpack in the back. She climbed in and cheerfully said ‘Hi’ to Vi as she buckled her seatbelt in the middle of the bench seat.
On the drive to school they both rambled on and on about cheer practice and the upcoming barrel racing competition. Vi had won it the last two years but this year they would both be in a more competitive age group.
Thankfully their conversation kept Vi from complaining nonstop about dad’s upcoming date. I knew that no matter how much she said it didn’t bother her that he went on dates...that it did. I guess it was part of the whole, twin intuition thing.
Since we were both in high school, we stayed busy doing our own activities and helping dad on the farm. My main goal was to get enough scholarships that I could get into a good college and someday take over the family farm and Vi was still set on going to college to become a veterinarian.
Not a day went by that I didn’t thank my lucky stars that I was blessed with the hard working dad, pain in the ass sister and our family and friends. Nothing anybody could do would tear us apart.
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6 months later
It took six months before Vi and I got to meet dads girlfriend, Claire.
“Please for the love of God, both of you act like civil human beings tonight. She’s nervous about meeting you both.” He looked over at Vidalia, “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, jeez!”
Dad nodded, “She’ll be here in about thirty minutes, both of you go get cleaned up. Please.”
After almost an hour passed by, I thought dad was going to wear a path through the floor of the living room as he paced back and forth waiting. When the doorbell rang he practically ran to the door. Vi and I remained seated on the couch and waited for dad to come back in so he could introduce us to her.
He walked in to the living room holding her hand and right behind her was a teenage girl with long blonde hair that ended at her waist. “Vance and Vidalia this is Claire,” the woman released dads hand and walked over to us. We both stood up and shook her hand. Her smile was warm and her hazel eyes sparkled. “And this shy one back here is her daughter Tabitha or Tabi. She’s your age.” Dad finished with a big smile on his face.
Dad had never mentioned that she had kids, if he did neither Vi or I had heard him. Tabitha looked less than pleased to be standing there and didn’t move to come shake our hands…so we sat back down.
“It’s great to finally meet you two! Identical twins…you two are so cute.” Claire said.
“Uhh…” I was about to correct her but Vi interrupted me.
“Not identical, fraternal. He has a penis…I have a vagina.” Vidalia corrected her.
Dad looked to the floor and shook his head, “Why don’t you two take Tabi out to the barn and show her the horses?”
Tabitha’s eyes got big for a second and she was about to protest when Claire interrupted. “Oh that is so nice of you guys! I hope I didn’t come across as a total ditz with the whole identical twin comment, I promise I do know the difference.”
I smiled, “Not a problem. Come on Vi.”
Claire smiled and nudged Tabitha to go with us, when she rolled her eyes I bit back a laugh.
“So Tabitha this is a surprise to us, we knew about Claire but dad didn’t mention you.” I said politely.
“How do you guys live out here in the sticks? I have hardly any signal.” She said. She wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes again before shoving her phone into her pocket.
Vi pulled open the barn doors; “It’s probably your carrier because our phones have great service.” She told her.
“Oh my god--that smell!” Tabitha pinched her nose and gagged.
I walked past her to the horses; they nodded their heads with excitement as I approached.
“City slickers!” Vi hissed when she walked behind me to get the feed bucket.
So far this meeting wasn’t going very good. I looked over to the doorway, Tabitha still had her nose plugged and hadn’t stepped inside the barn. “This fella here is Victory Blackjack but I call him Jack. That beautiful lady over there is Vanilla Rose but we call her Rose.”
“Where do you come up with the names? Your sister is named after an onion!” She said with sarcasm.
“Where the fuck did your name come from? Isn’t’ Tabi a cat? Like an alley cat?” Vi responded with attitude.
I looked at Vi, “Enough!” Then I looked at Tabitha, “I do believe you owe Vi an apology. We aren’t a bunch of god damn second graders.” I stated firmly.
Tabitha spun around, her long blonde hair whipping behind her as she stomped back toward the house.
“I…”
“I know--You don’t like her.” I interrupted Vi.
We finished feeding the horses before going back to the house.
Dad and Claire were sitting on the porch swing talking, and Tabitha moved slowly around the yard holding her phone up trying to get better reception.
“All done?” Dad asked us.
“Yes sir.” I nodded once.
“Claire and I have something to tell you guys.” He said with a smile.
Vi was standing beside me and Tabitha froze in the spot where she was standing. All three of us stared at Dad and Claire waiting for one of them to say something
“Tabitha and I are going to be moving in!” Claire said with excitement and a big smile on her face.
“No!” Vi and Tabitha yelled in unison.
“You…are you kiddin me, dad?!” Vi screeched.
“Vidalia Rose!” Dad growled out.
“Mom don’t you think we should have discussed this?” Tabitha looked like she was either going to burst into tears or blow up. By the shade of red her face turned, she was more than likely going to do both…at the same time.
“I can’t believe you didn’t talk this through with us, dad.” I said. Vidalia and Ta
bitha definitely weren’t the only two not happy about the news. And to be honest I couldn’t believe dad would make that kind of decision without talking to us about it first.
“Now before the three of you freak out, they won’t be moving in until after the end of the school year.” Dad told us.
Vi laughed snidely, “That’s just wonderful. Why be so shady about it dad? You…ahhhh!” she was pissed when she stormed past everybody and into the house.
We would have to sit down and talk to dad; this was going to be a huge adjustment for all of us. One that I had a gut feeling wasn’t going to be very easy…on any of us.
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Vi didn’t come out of her room the rest of the weekend unless it was to make a sandwich and get something to drink. Even when dad tried to get her to come out after Claire and Tabitha left, she still refused to talk to him.
I was in my room watching a game DVD from the previous weeks football game when dad came in. A look of total frustration on his face, “She has to come out eventually.” He sat down on my bed. I paused the DVD. “Are you as pissed at me as she is?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Not happy about it, I think you should have discussed it with us first.”
He exhaled and nodded his head, “Go tell Sis we are havin’ a family meetin’, please.”
When I knocked on her door she told me to go away, so instead I went in. “Dad say’s we all need to have a talk.”
“I have nothin’ to say to him, who does that to their kids?” She planted her hands on her hips.
“Listen, we have to think about dad here. If Claire makes him happy we need to support him. I doubt this is very easy for him.”
She snorted, “Not easy on him? He didn’t even bother to tell us, they didn’t just decide this over night Vance!” Her eyes filled with tears. Vi didn’t cry very often, unless she was really pissed.
“Let’s go talk to dad.” I walked over to her and hugged her. “It’s going to be weird as fuck but we need to remember that dad does deserve to be happy.”
Vidalia nodded her head, “I know.”
Dad was waiting for us in the living room, Vidalia sat on the couch and I sat on the loveseat.
“I didn’t do this to piss ya’ll off. I can honestly tell you that I do love Claire. As far as Tabitha, she won’t be here full time. She’ll go to school with you guys, every other weekend she’ll fly back to spend the weekend with her dad. During the summer it’ll be up to her if she wants to stay here or with her dad.”
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