EMOTIONALLY DAMAGED

Chapter One

 _Yvonne's POV_ 

The beam of the sun into my room through the window had woken me up from my sweet beauty sleep. Only those two brats that call themselves my siblings are capable of doing such. I tried to still pretend to be fast asleep but I felt the warmth of something very close to my face. At that , I was forced to open my eyes only to behold a cake, a chocolate coated cake of two steps and colorful candles on it. Looking up I saw my brother, Pierre, my sister, Quinn and mum and dad standing in front of my bed.

"Happy Birthday Yvonne", they all chorused.

"OMG!",I definitely didn't see that coming. I didn't even remember today was my birthday. I was surprised and overwhelmed with joy. For sometime I didn't know what to say.

"Yvonne!", Quinn called out bringing me back to reality.

"Honestly I don't know what to say. What a surprise. Am so happy. Thank you so much guys thank you", I said happily.

" Your welcome my darling", my mom said.

"Hurry sis blow your candle and make a wish", Quinn said.

"Oh, yeah that's right ". I blew the lights off and made a wish.

" Von what did you wish for", Quinn asked inquisitively.

"Hmmm, am not gonna tell you that ".

"Why?".

" Come on Quinn you mustn't know what she wished for okay ", my mom said coming to my rescue.

"I hope you don't get more stubborn than you already are", Pierre said trying to annoy me as usual.

"Come on Pierre not today", mom said coming to my rescue again.

"But she knows i'm not wrong", he said facing me and giving me that wicked and annoying smile that I hate to see on his face. 

" It's okay already, now Pierre take the cake to the kitchen and everyone gonna go freshen up and your mom will make us a delicious meal for the celebration ", Dad said.

He said this with so much authority as the head of the house.

In my home my dad is like a demi god while my mom is the soft spoken angel whose voice could melt even the most stone cold of hearts. My dad usually tells us that it was her voice that first attracted him to her and I see no reason not to believe him.

"No Dad, Quinn should take my cake and not Pierre", I said.

"Why?", My dad and Pierre asked, both at the same time.

"Because I don't trust him with my cake".

" Really?, that's good cause you know why, I don't fucking care about your damn cake", Pierre said angrily.

"Will you shut that mistake on your face. How dare you use the F-word in my house, on your sister, right before me.

Well for your information I don't even trust you either so, Quinn take the cake to the kitchen", Dad said.

"Daad", Pierre growled. 

"Thanks dad, I love you ", I said standing to hug him and shooting out my tongue at my brother in an 'i won you ' kinda way.

"It's not fair dad, your taking sides ", Pierre said defeated.

"I'm not siding anyone so do me a favor and not get on your sister's nerves today. For goodness sake your to big for this childish behavior of yours ".

Pierre left the room like a defeated soldier. Dad followed leaving me to myself. I had to freshen up and prepare for the days adventure.