Here to Win Rewrite (Walker Boys Sequel)

Epilogue

Epilogue- Madeleine's POV

"Dad!" I shouted, letting the door slam behind me.

No answer.

"Oh father dearest," I sang, heading into the kitchen.

Empty.

I checked the living room next, where dad was lying face down on the floor, mom massaging his back.

"Well hello," mom said, cheerfully. "You're home late."

"That would be because your thoughtful and loving son forgot to pick me up from practice," I said, with a sickly sweet smile. "And since nobody answered their cell phones, I had to walk home."

"Oh dear!" mom said, hopping up and rushing over to my aid.

Dad lifted his face up off the floor. "What?"

He's so clueless, I swear.

"Are you alright?" she asked, squishing my cheeks. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," I promised. "Where is he?"

"I don't know."

I dropped my backpack and track bag in the living room and headed upstairs, determined to find my older brother.

Parker was in his bedroom, flipped upside down on his bed with his music blasting. He was reading a magazine.

"Parker Walker!" I shrieked.

He flipped off his bed in shock, landing on his head.

"What's the matter with you?" he demanded, pausing his music with his remote and rubbing his head.

"What's the matter with you?" I demanded.

He looked up at me in confusion.

"You have one job you imbecile."

His jaw dropped as he put the pieces together. "Aw Mads I'm sorry."

"Don't Mads me. There's no Mads here."

He gave me a crooked grin, standing up and sauntering over. "Come on."

"No."

He threw his arms around me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It was too hard to stay mad at this idiot.

"Fine," I agreed.

"I"ll make it up to you," he promised, releasing me.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

He kissed the top of my head before leaving his bedroom, heading downstairs.

I went into my own room, changing out of my track practice clothes before heading back downstairs.

"What's this?" Parker was asking mom, as he ate it.

"That's for later," mom informed him. "Out of the kitchen."

"You don't cook," I said, hopping up on the counter.

"Hurtful," mom said, glaring at me. "And the maid left these."

I looked over at the frosted brownies on the counter. "I bet she has a thing for dad."

Mom rolled her eyes. "Don't you have homework to do?"

"It's a Friday," I said, hopping off the counter.

"Which is why I'm leaving," Parker said, reaching over my head to unhook his keys.

"Be home by curfew," mom reminded him.