“Holly!”, My sister screamed across the living room. She been living with me since she was eight and I was eighteen. It was more of us living in our parents’ home.
Our parents had died that year and it been tough for her on Christmas.
It was hard on me.
That was the day we lost them.
They was checking over the inventory in our Christmas Shoppe and the numbers to see how well they did for the whole year up to that point. We ran all year round when we got robbed.
I still do but it is tough.
Everyone knew that Christmas Eve was our biggest sales day because everyone getting their last-minute presents and decorations before the big guy came to visit.
Our parents would do the run-down Christmas morning before getting us all up.
Before I was old enough to watch over my little sister in the morning, Mrs. Hunter, our neighbor that I swear was not human on how old she is and still running around like she a twenty-year-old woman; she would watch us.
Mrs. Hunter came over that morning like old times.
My father tried to give the robbers everything that we had in cash, but that didn’t stop them from shooting my parents.
They took nothing at the end.
They just fled after killing them.
Correction they did take one thing and it was something that no one could give back.
My sister and I have been keeping up our traditions with the store, but this year was the hardest for us.
We were losing money, and in the red for about a year and half. I can’t keep up with the bills.
It been three years since that Christmas.
We was going on number four and it wasn’t getting any easier for us.
We haven’t hit Halloween yet and we already feeling the pressure of the store and our parent’s death.
On top of all that my birthday is on Christmas.
“Holly!” she screamed from the living room taking me out of my thoughts. I got up from the pile of bills as I walked into the living room when I threw my arms to the side, “What?” She pointed to the television as TMZ was running a story on the hot Blake Lincoln.
The Lincoln’s is one of the richest family in New England. He is one of the most single rich playboy men around the world.
He was the oldest of the four brothers and two sisters. All was in the spotlight except for one sister. She kept her name out of the media. We know about her, but we don’t know who she is. I give that girl credit. I don’t know if I would want to be in the spotlight either.
He was like six feet from what I heard; dark hair, killer eyes of gold, chiseled body, and face with a five-clock shadow.
He was walking god.
We watched TMZ as they announced that he is looking for a wife. Oh lord, here we go. He is going cause every single and not so single woman to go crazy.
I chuckled as I shut the television off, “I think he just like the attention.” She shook her head, “I think you should send in your picture to him.” I busted out laughing, “Melissa are you crazy. I would never do that. Plus, I need to take care of you, and you are a handful as it is.”
Here goes the crazy little sister act. Trying to get me to go out on some date, with some guy. She would have tried to get Austin to date me, but he married. She is going to be the death of me.
I don’t need a relationship.
Not when I have so much on my plate.
Blake’s Point of View
“Dad, Are you serious?” I stormed into my parent’s home.
He popped his head into the foyer as he smirked, “Serious, about?”
I shook my head, “You know what I am talking about. TMZ.” His smirk fell, “Oh, you saw that.”
I nodded my head, “Yeah dad, kind of hard to miss now that I have all these crazy bimbos looking to marry me.”
I shook my head, “It was bad enough before, but now. What the hell were you thinking?”
He placed his hair into his white hair, “Listen, Blake. You are not getting any younger and your mom and I will not be here much longer.”
My mother hummed as she walked in and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “I don’t agree with your father’s method, but he is right. We just want to see you happy.”
I shook my head, “What if I wanted to stay single for the rest of my life?” My father shook his head as he walked towards office, “Not an option plus your children will take over after you.”
I choked, “Children. Shit, dad. I don’t want to get marry never mind have children.” He shook his head as he pulled up his email, “You will find a wife and one that we will be proud to have.”
I waved my hand around, “And what all about that love crap, blah blah.” He chuckled, “I think over time with the right woman you learn to love her.”
I groaned, “Dad!”
He been waiting for the day to get marry. I am the oldest and all of my siblings are married and having kids. All of us Lincoln children, all but one.
ME.
I tilted my as my father read email when he teared up. I walked closer to his desk, “Dad. You are okay?”
He nodded his head as he wiped a tear away, “You remember me and your mom mentioning the Winter’s.”
I nodded, “How can I forget? Every Christmas you two talked about how you all got together as kids and made Christmas the best that you all could.”