2- The Siblings

                                    

                                          
Alissa Moore's Point of View:
                          
"What's got, you so happy sis?"
                          
I looked up from the magazine that I was reading to face my younger sister Brianna. I wasn't surprised to see her since I asked her to follow me to our parent's house. I'm hoping that my brother and sister can help make my father see sense and not force me to do something that I don't want to do. I'm not a five-year-old anymore yet he insists on treating me like a child and it's really frustrating.
                          
I didn't bother to answer her instead I offered her a big smile and turned back to the article that I was currently reading. I hadn't told her about Rafael yet because I wanted to discuss the whole parental drama thing first. I dropped the magazine from my hands when I heard her let out a deafening scream.
                          
I jumped from my seat and went over to where she was standing with her eyes wide open in shock. There didn't seem to be anything at all wrong with her.
                          
"It's a guy isn't it?" she screeched jumping up and down excitedly. You'd think she was 12 and not 22 years old from the way she always acted like a child.
                          
I couldn't keep the blush from my face when I remembered her words and it's mostly because I know she's right. Ever since I met Rafael a week ago I've been on cloud nine. It has only been a week but I miss him already and I just can't wait until I see him again. He's so handsome and sexy and so sweet. Oh gosh, I feel like a teenager in love.
                          
"Hello...Earth to Alissa"
                          
Snapping out of my daze I turned to face my sister who was looking at me anxiously. With a deep sigh, I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me and to the living room. I gestured to her to sit down on one of the chairs and I sat beside her.
                          
"Well..." I started "his name is Rafael and I met him a week ago and I'm going to see him again in France..."
                          
I was about to continue when I was interrupted by someone knocking on my apartment door. I've always lived with my parents and siblings in the Moore mansion but ever since my dad brought up this ridiculous deal, I moved out of the mansion and refused to speak to them until now. I pulled open the front door to reveal my brother looking back at me. I quickly pulled him into a hug, being so happy seeing him after a total of seven days.
                          
We've always been very close even though we would pick on each other at times just like other siblings. We're very protective of each other, especially our little sister Brianna.
                          
I pulled away from him and grabbed his hand just like I did Brianna and pulled him to the living room and pushed him into a chair.
                          
"Hey Dom," Brianna squealed hugging our brother.
                          
"Hey Lil sis," he replied not at all bothered by the hug. Like I said before we're very close and love each other endlessly.
                          
"So," Dom said slowly "why'd you move out?"
                          
Dom's always been like this straightforward and to the point about whatever it is he wants to know. It's one of the things I love about him. He didn't beat around the bush and was unbiased. I slowly sat down on my couch taking a deep breath I spoke.
                          
"The reason I moved out is because..."
                          
"Yes?" they asked anxiously.
                          
I took a deep breath, "Dad wanted to put me in an arranged marriage"
                          
"What the hell!"
                          
"You've got to be kidding me!"
                          
I slapped my hands over my ears as both my brother and sister shouted at the same time jumping from off their chairs. They started pacing the room so distracted that they knocked heads with each other. I couldn't control my laughter, they're so stupid.
                          
I could swear I'm adopted.
                          
Suddenly Dom stopped pacing and flopped down on the couch beside me. He pulled me into his arms, the mere fact that I was being comforted made me start to cry. I felt the couch dip on the other side of me and arms wrapped around my waist. I immediately knew that it was Bri. I thank my lucky stars that I have them.
                          
"What am I going to do?" I cried "I don't want to marry a stranger"
                          
"You won't have to," Dom replied calmly "I'll take care of it"
                          
"I have an idea," Bri squealed walking over to her purse and taking out her phone.
                          
I pulled away from Dom and turned to face Bri, bracing myself for the crazy idea I'm sure she has. I wiped a hand on my face, clearing the tears, and gestured for her to continue.
                          
"I'm going to arrange for the both of us to go to France, while Dom stays here and deals with our dear father"
                          
"Why France?" I asked a little excited.
                          
She glared at me looking extremely irritated with my question. I simply shrugged at her and gave her an innocent smile. It was fun to mess with her.
                          
"I guess you just forgot all about Rafael then...oh well let someone else have him, let's go somewhere else"
                          
"No," I shouted falling for her bait.
                          
"France it is then," she smirked triumphantly.
                          
I groaned out loud while my sister explained everything to my clueless brother. I covered my head with two of the cushions off of the couch, trying to ignore their laughter. I eventually gave up and ran to my room. Dom and Bri spent the day with me and we played games and watched a movie just like old times. Dom left before Bri to pick up some chocolates for us and Bri decided it would be the perfect time for me to start packing.
                          
That's my family for you...always looking out for me. I love them so much.