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“Thanks, but I know what I have to do.”  I turned, taking a deep breath and slowly opened the door.  My mom, David, and Claire immediately stood from their seats and crowded around me, throwing apologies at me with looks of concern.  Once they realised I wasn’t responding to them, however, they quietened down and let me speak.

“Mom, I love you so much and there is nothing more that I would like than to come home with you…but I’m not.” She began to protest but I stopped her and continued.  “I want you to get help.  Rehabilitation.  And while you are doing that, I will stay here with David and Claire.”  I looked at David and then spoke to everyone.  “I have been completely betrayed by all of you and I am willing to forgive…but it will take a long time.  Right now I just need you all to respect my space.”  

They all looked at me stunned, no one knowing what to say.   I think they all realised that no one was going to change my mind.

I embraced Mom and we hugged and cried while the others left us to say our goodbyes.  

Jake

A couple of days passed and despite my efforts to try and console Victoria, she wouldn’t talk to me.  I hated seeing her like this but she wouldn’t let me help.

I had just climbed into bed and there was a knock at my door.  Before I could answer, the door slowly opened and Victoria popped her head in.  She didn’t say anything and after a moment, she walked over to my bed.  I held the cover up and she got in and pulled my arms around her.  It felt so good to feel her touch again, and this time one of love.

“You are safe with me, Victoria.” I whispered and we fell asleep in each other’s arms, knowing that everything was going to be okay.

THE END

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Nikki

I knocked my hand against the double wooden doors of the boss’ office and stood there anxiously waiting to see the man behind the desk.  A deep husky voice called from inside for me to come in and I placed my hand on the cold steel handle.  I slowly pushed down, pulled my shoulders back and opened the door, ready to fake my way through my first day at my new job.  

Sitting in front of me was my new boss; my step-brother Sam.  He looked up at me with a somewhat shocked look that curled into a smile that I haven’t seen before.

“Well, look at you, Nikki!  You definitely have grown up in the last six years haven’t you?  Come, come take a seat.”  

He pointed to the seats on the other side of his desk and I smiled back at him as I tried to walk over confidently.  

It’s been six years since I have seen Sam.  I moved to London with my mum once Dad decided he couldn’t put up with my behaviour anymore.  I was fourteen at the time and had really stepped up to the challenge of ‘rebellious teen years’.  Sam was twenty-two.  He was barely home but when he was, me and my girlfriends were always drooling over him.  He had changed a lot since then but still totally drool-worthy.  

“How are you settling in back at your dad’s Nikki?”

“It has only been a few days but I think we are going to be okay.  I have done a lot of growing up since I left so I think he will be able to put up with me now.”  I joked.

“Yes, I can tell.”  He nodded with a cheeky grin. “Now, let us get down to business.  As you know, we are both doing your dad a favour here but you are a smart girl Nikki and I think you will fit into many roles here.  But to begin with, I think it would be wise to set you up as my personal assistant so I can get you well acquainted with how things work around here.  How does that sound?”

“It sounds great Sam.  Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

I sat down at the corner desk just outside the doors to Sam’s office.  Folders were stacked up on both sides of the desk and Sam had asked me to read through them so I could get a good idea of their procedures and policies.  I took a deep breath and picked up the blue folder to the right of me.  It was bulging with papers.  It was clear that Sam had not had a personal assistant for a while as they didn’t even seem to be in order.  Today was going to be a long one.

The phone rang an hour into my reading and I waited three rings before I answered to ready myself for Sam’s voice.  I picked up the phone and said hello, trying my classier phone voice, but there was no answer.  Oh, I remember, Sam said I needed to press a button.  Oh no, what button did he say?  I searched over the buttons on the telephone pad, my finger hovering above them for what seemed like way too long.  And evidently it was.  I heard laughing behind me and I turned around with the phone still pressed to my ear.  Sam was leaning against his door watching me in amusement.

“Having some trouble, Nikki?”

Embarrassed, I admitted I was.  “…Yes, actually.  Sorry to make you come out here.”

“Don’t be silly Nikki, it is my pleasure to help you whenever you need.”

He walked over to me with one hand in his pocket and stood behind me.  He slowly leant over me and I could smell his aftershave and I felt a rush of heat between my legs.  His arm brushed against mine, his face was so close that I could almost feel his clean shaven beard prickling my face.

“See here, Nikki?  This button allows you to answer my call.”  

He looked at me and I nodded mesmerized at his blue eyes looking at me.

“You need to pick up the receiver first,” he continued, “and then press the button…”

He continued to explain and I tried to listen intently to his words, trying with great difficulty not to reach my hand out and touch his pink, soft lips that sat perfectly at my eye level.

He stood up straight, smiling at me.

“If you have any questions at all, just ask okay Nikki?  I don’t bite.”  He chuckled.

“Thanks, Sam, I will let you know.”   I smiled back, my cheeks overtaken with embarrassment…and a pinch of lust.

I had to snap out of it.  Dad was counting on me to be responsible.  He ‘believed in me’ and I actually believed him when he said it.  I could see all the hurt in his eyes that I had caused all those years ago and I was really hoping to prove to him that I really had changed.

Sam turned around and headed back into his office, closing the door behind him, and I was once again left to my own devices.

Sam

I didn’t actually need an assistant but there was always plenty of work to do, and when Frank told me his worries about having Nikki sitting around home and settling into her old ways, I was more than happy to help.  Not just because she was going to be a pretty face greeting me outside my office door, but Frank had practically raised me as his own and I owed him a lot for turning mine and my mum’s life around.  He is definitely just as much my dad as he is Nikki’s, biological or not, it all doesn’t make a difference in my eyes.

I hadn’t seen Nikki since she was fourteen.  She was one of those out of control teens you see on ‘Maury’ or ‘Dr. Phil’, and after she got pregnant, Frank had a nervous breakdown and decided she needed to get out of the country and start fresh.  She had an abortion without anyone knowing, which broke Frank even more and by the next week she was off to London to ‘grow up’, Frank had hoped.  Frank missed her incredibly and for the first few years she stayed quite distant from him but slowly her attitude started to change and after a few more years Nikki actually decided she was ready to come back.  Frank didn’t even hesitate, he booked her a flight the next day.  Secretly, mum and I, were quite hesitant about it all.  I hadn’t seen or spoken to Nikki since she left and now that I didn’t live at home, I really had no idea what to expect.  Mum said she had even started talking to Nikki on skype and there definitely was a considerable change, but of course she couldn’t help but worry.

Seeing Nikki walk into my office this morning, however, reassured me that Frank had made the right decision.  She was reserved, polite and quite sweet.  I couldn’t help but notice that not only had her attitude changed, but so had her face, and body—she had grown up, and into quite a stunning young woman.  She had soft brown hair pulled loosely back into a bun at the base of her neck with a couple of strands falling out in front of her ears.  Her eyes were no longer hard and careless but warm and I automatically felt like, I too, had missed my step-sister, which I definitely had not realised before that very moment.  I really wanted to hug her and welcome her back but I knew that would be quite inappropriate.

Nikki was also dressed very smart: straight black suit pants and a matching jacket over a white collared shirt.  I had never seen her look so innocent and…nice.

Day one had reached its end and I had set Nikki to menial tasks to ensure she had an easy day, although boring I’m sure, at least she would feel competent and I could move her slowly into my business one day at a time.  

“Nikki,” I said as I poked my head out of my office, “you can pack up and go home now.  Thank-you so much for all of your work today.”

“My pleasure Sam.  I actually told my dad to come at six o’clock though, just in case I finished later, so I can do some more work until then if you like?”

I looked down at my watch.  Five-fifteen.  I was going to stay to finish off some extra work, but I could easily do it at home instead.

“Hang on a sec Nikki, I’ll just grab my things and I will give you a lift.  I’ll ring Frank and let him know.”

“Oh no, I really don’t mind waiting.”

“I go past your house on my way home anyway Nikki and I was just about to leave.”  I lied.

“Oh okay as long as you’re sure it’s no trouble.

Wow, where did this Nikki come from—so polite.

“It is not a problem at all.  Wait there, I’ll be five minutes.”

I slipped back into my office to pack up.

Nikki

The seats in Sam’s car were so comfortable and it still had that new car smell I love.  Apparently he owns four cars and doesn’t drive this one often.  I wanted to roll my eyes but the way he said it so modestly, I couldn’t help but just be simply impressed.  

I looked over at him, and his look of concentration as his gaze focused on the roads, was to die for.  He lay one hand on the gear stick between us and the other loosely held onto the steering wheel.  The way he bit his lower lip while turning a corner was so cute and now that I could see him more closely, I could see the collection of freckles he had lightly dusted over his nose and cheeks.  I had never been one for freckles before but his actually made him more attractive, if that’s even possible.  I quickly looked out the window next  to me once I’d realised there was no way he wouldn’t have felt my eyes staring at him for the past ten minutes.  Fortunately for me, he didn’t say anything.

We pulled up in the driveway of Dad’s house and as I leant down in front of me to pick up my bag, Sam had made his way around to my door and was opening it for me.

“Wow, thank-you.”  I was shocked.

He walked me to the front door and I felt very awkward with this gesture, but once Dad and Sam greeted each other, I realised how stupid I was.  He was obviously coming to the door to say hi to my dad and his mum, not to walk with me.  I walked past Dad embarrassed once again and headed to my bedroom to put my bag away.  When I came back Sam had left and I could relax.

“Sam said you were great today Nikki.”

“Really?”  I laughed.  “I didn’t actually do anything, Dad.”

“Well, he said you helped out a lot so whatever you did, keep doing it.”

I smiled and walked to the kitchen to help Helen prepare dinner.

I know I was only twenty but I’d obviously grown up much earlier than most children.  I had gone through a lot and while I was in London with my mum, I was given the opportunity to become a new person, or just a better version of myself.  I was respected and treated accordingly and although Dad and Sam could appreciate that I’d changed and was more mature, I still felt that I was that young juvenile child at fourteen years old, or even if they treated me as a twenty-year-old, their demeanour towards me was still very protective as if they needed to look after me.  I’m my own person now though and I could see how this was all going to get on my nerves sooner than I’d like.

Day two at work and Sam gave me a little more responsibility.  I had been sorting through papers and filing them into their appropriate locations.  Yay for me, moving up in the business.  I know it’s only my second day here but I really had more potential than this.  Maybe I’d talk to Sam at the end of the week and let him know I could help him with more things, other than organising his mess—but of course I wouldn’t say it quite in this way.

I overheard Sam’s raised voice through the wall between us.  I was not sure what he was talking about, or who too, but I could hear his frustration.  And soon enough he came storming out of his office mumbling to himself.  As soon as he saw me though, he suddenly straightened up and put his professional face back on.  He had obviously forgotten that he had an assistant sitting outside his door, and at his sudden shock of not being alone in his momentary lapse of calm and professional character, he now seemed slightly embarrassed.

“Nikki.  Sorry about that, I had forgotten that you were out here.  I hope you didn’t hear any of that nonsense in there?”  

He asked this as he nodded towards the doors he had just barged through.  He seemed somewhat worried that I may have heard whatever was going on within the walls of his office moments ago, but I put him at ease straight away.

“No, not at all.  I didn’t hear a thing.  Are you alright?”

“Oh that’s good, it was nothing anyway—perks of being a boss.”  He laughed and I joined him to make the conversation head back towards comfortable instead of this awkward air we had developed between us.

He looked over at the clock on the wall.

“You haven’t had lunch have you, Nikki?”

“Not yet.  I thought I would finish this pile first.”  I lay my hand on the tower of documents to my right and Sam let out a long whistle through his teeth, indicating how big the pile was.

“Forget that.  I’m taking you out for lunch.”  He said this so confidently, and as if I didn’t have a choice, that I decided not to question him.  

Maybe I could sneak in that chat about being able to do more around the office.  I got up from my desk, swung my bag over my shoulder and followed Sam to the elevators.

Sam

We stood in the lifts and I decided to start conversation straight away.  I wanted to keep my mind off the argument with Beth I had just had, and to hopefully keep awkwardness from building up between Nikki and myself in this confined space.

We reached my favourite Italian place down the street on the corner, a short walk from my office, and I could see the surprise in Nikki’s eyes as she perused over the well-dressed customers and impeccable interior of the restaurant.  I realised this was exactly where I had taken Beth for our first date so many years ago and her eyes had lit up the same way that I just saw Nikki’s.  Once upon a time I loved the way I could impress Beth but it was her disappointment in the simple things, (that I had really enjoyed), that were beginning to become a problem for us.  I must have been deep in thought for too long and Nikki snapped me out of it.