American Dad Francine's Sister Novels & Stories

‘Yes Jessica, I’m really happy you made up your mind to come and help us at the office. Just as we spoke last time at home. It`s better than staying at home and being a boredom to mom and dad. And playing sweet sixteen at your old age.” Franck spoke looking at his kid sister in the face. Praying God in his heart that she should develop some sense of responsibility.

Vanessa's phone rang. She checked it and her face drained of color. She hit decline. It rang again. Dad’s cold, shadowed eyes shifted to Vanessa. He took the phone from her hand and answered it. The moment it connected, a man's hoarse, panicked voice came through. "Mrs. Carter, your sister just got brought in here. She's barely hanging on. Do you want us to dump the body in the river?" The back alley. The worst part of the city. The place where the lowest of the low ended up, addicts, prostitutes, disease.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."

"You think this pathetic little trick will get my dad's attention? You think he's going to chase after you and beg you to come back like in some stupid movie? You're utterly pathetic." I said nothing. I just silently knelt down to pick up my scattered belongings. Among them, a pale blue cashmere sweater lay quietly on the rug. It was the one my sister, Seraphina, had knitted for Luca with her own hands before she died. She had spent three whole months on it, stitch by stitch. "When Luca gets a little older, he's going to love this sweater," she had once told me. He had never worn it in all these years. I thought he didn't care about it, and since my sister had left so few things behind, I de

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

It seemed they had come to find me. "Does she live here?" My sister asked. "Can you believe how ungrateful Daisy is? We give Uncle a lot of money every month to take care of her, and she still embarrasses us like this, running off to get someone else to raise her!" My brother answered. Suddenly, my sibling’s voice echoed at the entrance to the basement den . Then it gradually faded. Their words stung my wolf. So they had paid uncle money yet he acted as though I was a burden leaching off them.

What was the point of putting Clara and me through their drama if they were just going to wave it off like it didn’t matter? “Hey, remember that girl? Yolanda?” Dad said, totally ignoring my fuming presence. “Everyone’s crush back in college? I ran into her the other day. Mother of five now. Can you believe it? Who’d have thought Yolanda would ever settle down?” Jacob laughed, taking a long sip. “No kidding. Seems like everyone’s settled down. Feels like it was just yesterday, doesn’t it, brother?”