This story loosely ties into the Smithfield Academy story, but not enough that I wanted to make it part of that series.
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Rachel Moore slammed her door shut in anger after the latest exchange with her mother. The eighteen-year-old screamed aloud as she grabbed a picture frame off her desk and threw it across the room. The relationship between her and her family had always been tumultuous but had reached new heights with her recent birthday bringing her to legal adulthood.
The angry blonde sat on her bed seething that despite being eighteen her mother had told her she had to stay home for the weekend or she would take the young woman's car. "I'm a fucking adult she shouldn't try to control me!" She lashed out yelling in her empty room.
The teenage rant session ended prematurely as a knock on the door stopped her from continuing her tirade. "Hey, can I come in?"
"Whatever."
James, Rachel's sixteen-year-old brother, peeked his head into his sister's room. "Are you okay?"
"What the fuck do you care? I bet you're the reason I can't go out for the weekend." Rachel angrily fired back at her little brother. "Such a damn little momma's boy, she won't let you be home by yourself."
The comment of his sister stung the young man, but he did his best not to show it. James and his sister had never had a close relationship despite only a two-year age difference. Rachel was the epitome of the popular party girl and James the straight-laced perfect GPA student-athlete. The young man knew his sister would do anything to get under his skin and push his buttons. Rachel knew momma's boy was the comment that often hurt her brother the most.
"Mom for some reason is just worried about all your partying, and God only knows why. She should just let you self-destruct." James calmly stated back to his sister, as he no longer cared if she was okay.
"I'm done with you and her and this fucking house." Rachel said with a smile as she jumped off her bed and started gathering her clothes into a bag. "Tell your mother I left and I won't fucking be back." The angry older sister said as she jammed her index finger into her brother's chest.
The next two years passed with hardly a word from the young woman, Rachel took her car and headed off into the sunset to do God only know what. The Moore family of mother Cyndi, father Rick and now only child James went on to enjoy a relatively quiet couple of years. The general mood of the home-improved overall as the primary source of strife had removed herself from the equation.
James now a senior in at the prestigious Smith Academy was continuing to make his parents proud with not only his academic accomplishments but also his athletic ones too. He and his mother grew closer due to his father's continued traveling for work; this, of course, did not help his reputation of being a momma's boy. The relationship was a topic that Cyndi was often torn about, she liked that her son, unlike her daughter, actually needed her in his life, but she often believed he needed her too much. The steady stream of phone calls about stuff going on at school or about what other kids said to him was becoming routine and the mother was often screaming in her head that James was eighteen and needed to man up.
Cyndi though never was so direct she often coddled her son and humored his almost whiny phone calls. She hoped that he would eventually change. The loving mother often prodded her husband Rick to do what he could to help the process along whenever he was in town, but that was not as often as it needed to be to help change young James. She instead just continued on her way with her son, yeah he was a momma's boy but he also was a straight "A" student and an all-American athlete, so she figured she must have been doing something right with him despite her concerns.
The world of the Moore family changed again drastically a few months prior to the end of James's senior year. The mother and son were following their usual Saturday routine of eating cereal together when a knock on the door prematurely ended their discussion.
"Who could that be?"
"I don't know mom; I'll go check." James said as he wiped his mouth and excused himself from the table. The eighteen-year-old briskly walked to the door as the person on the other side started aggressively knocking again. "Hey hold on I am coming." He yelled at the closed door as he twisted the lock and then the knob to open it.
"Is that what you tell momma when she knocks on your bathroom door?"
The comment one of pure sarcasm and one James was not prepared for, as the look on his face was one of absolute shock. The early morning visitor was not a random stranger but his older sister. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here." Rachel responded as she shoved her backpack into her brother's chest. "Here bro take this." The now twenty-year-old young woman pushed her way past her younger brother and into the family home. "Mom I'm home!" She yelled as she walked across the kitchen to the dining area.
"Oh, my goodness Rachel?" A very puzzled and confused Cyndi questioned at the sound of her daughter's voice.
"Yep, it's me." Rachel announced as she stepped into the dining room.
Cyndi while happy to see her only daughter also was upset because she knew the turmoil that typically came with her daughter was now back in her life. "Well, what are you doing here?"
"Yeah what are you doing here?" Grumbled James as he tossed his sister's backpack onto the floor.
"I live here." Rachel coldly stated as she stared at her mom then at her brother.
"No, you don't you basically said to hell with us two years ago."
"Now James she is family calm down."
"Yeah, momma's boy listen up."
James loudly huffed as he gritted his teeth. He wanted to fire back he wanted to yell and scream at his sister, but he opted to take the high road and just walked back into the kitchen. "Fucking bitch." He grumbled lowly to himself once out of earshot.
Rachel and Cyndi sat at the table and conversed about her situation and real reasons why she was back in their lives with literally no warning. The mother discovered her daughter had been working doing some modeling off and on while basically living on the road for the last two years, but due to some, new found financial issues coupled with some legal ones was now desperate for a place to crash land and start over with her life.
"Okay I get it, sweetie, you need a place. Your room is actually just like you left it. I got no issues with you staying here. I do however have a few rules."
Rachel's eyes rolled to the top of her head as the word rules left her mother's mouth. "I knew this was a mistake."
"Now calm down, I don't want your behavior to affect James in any way. He is doing amazing at the Academy, and I do not want anything here to cause issues. Moreover, if you live here, you will have a job. I am not setting curfews or anything else, I want you to do your best to leave your brother alone, and I want you to work. I don't think I am asking too much."
Rachel knew her mother's request was actually pretty reasonable overall; she did though worry about leaving James alone. He was just too easy a target for her, but she nodded in agreement to her mother's terms. "Yeah okay deal. I just need one more thing."
"What?"
"I kind of will need help finding a job."
"I'll see what I can do, just take your things to your room and get settled in."
The remainder of the day went smooth as the daughter gave her family a wide berth and James and Cyndi did their normal Saturday activities together. If the first day was any indication, it appeared that maybe the new living arrangements were not going to be an issue after all. Rachel took her time putting her stuff away in her old room, which just as her mom said untouched over the last two years. The daughter took notice as the hours rolled by that her brother and mom seemed to spend an unusual amount of time together, the relationship seemed to border on the creepy.
The next morning James and Cyndi were up early and off to church before Rachel even contemplated rolling out of bed. It was the early part of Sunday afternoon when the mom and son stepped back into the house after church just in time to see the twenty-year-old blonde grabbing her purse as she was walking towards the door. "I called some old friend's I am going out tonight."
James eyed his sister up and down, the little brother did not want to look but with her clothing leaving little to the imagination and her being a beautiful woman looking was something he could not prevent. Rachel was in a black shirt that concealed only her large D cup breasts, and it was not even doing a good job of that. The skirt was much the same way just covering her bottom barely. The black stockings and heels were what really set it all off though and what seemed to get the most attention from the young man.
"Rachel I pulled some strings and got you an interview tomorrow morning so please don't be out all night."
"Why mom? Why do you assume I am going to be out all night partying huh?" The young woman answered back defensively questioning her mother.
"Calm down I am just asking for you to be home and ready for an interview that's it." Cyndi said in a low tone trying to soothe the ire she invoked in her daughter. The mother had assumed judging by her twenty-year-old daughter's attire she was going partying.
"I'm sorry mom I just had a flashback to my teen years at home." Rachel said with a half-hearted smile as she tried to play off her outburst.
James shook his head as he did not buy the weak excuse and believed nothing had changed in his sister, that she was still the bitch she was before she left. The night played out quietly as Cyndi facetimed with her husband Rick who was currently out of the country as she explained the return of their daughter. James worked out in the basement before retiring to bed early so he could get up well rested for school in the morning.
