Have It All - Chapter 1

Skyes P.O.V

I walked into the bar and took a deep breath
I then spat it out a millisecond later, the air I breathed was stank and stale, and it tasted like cigarettes and cheap booze.
I walked over to the bar stool and perched on the edge,
"Hey, can I help you with anything?" a young bartender came over to me,
his black hair tousled and windswept, his blue eyes crystal clear. He was muscled and his white polo shirt accented his abs perfectly. He grinned once he was finished checking me out.
"Hey, my name's Daniel, yours is.?" he said. His voice had the local accent and was melodic.

I cleared my throat "my name is skye... skye rayne." I said. I hated my name. It was so embarrassing! My parents were obsessed with nature. My full name was Skye Aire Rayne.
He didn't even crack a smile... what was wrong with him?
"You... you don't find my name funny?" I asked
"No, why would I? It suits you perfectly!" he said.
I looked into his eyes and saw he was telling the truth.
"Well, I like your name as well! Now may I have a Grand Patron on the rocks?" I asked. I came in here for a drink and a drink I shall have.
"Um how old are you miss?" he switched back to Mr professional bartender.
I was used to this.

I look 15 but I'm actually 18.
"I'm 18..."
"You don't look it... he peered down his nose at me. He still looked uber hot.
"I know I don't look it... but I have ID" I flashed him my drivers license.
"Well then! Grand patron on the rocks it is!" he said triumphantly.
I sighed and looked at my phone.
5 missed calls from dad... and about 20 texts from my brothers.
Maybe it was time to go home...

"Here's your drink miss!" he came back my smile involuntarily widened when he appeared.
"So what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asked while cockily raising one eyebrow.
I raised one of my own and looked at him in a disapproving way. He grimaced and said
"I know... corny right? But I wanted to make conversation" he trailed off.
I couldn't help but laugh! He blabbered so much it was cute!

He blushed when I giggled and I stopped when I noticed he looked forlorn.
"Thanks for the drink, but I really got to be getting back home now." I said apologetically jumping off the bar stool.
"Want me to drop you off? I was about to leave anyway." he said.
Well he was... friendly.
"Nah its cool! I'll drive myself." I walked out of the bar and into the sunlight beyond
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-----------------back at home--------
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOUNG LADY?!" my father yelled as soon as I walked in the door.
I rolled my eyes.
My dad was never very good at the 'cool dad' part.
My dad was amazing and gave me everything I ever wanted, as I was his baby.
But he was WAY overprotective. As were my 4 older brothers,

Wynd Cahve was the most amazing artist ever... he could draw everything and anything.
He also has anger issues
Once we were walking into school and I was wearing short shorts
(for no reason. I just fancied wearing them.)
And this jock on the football team checked me out. Guess who was in a cast that day.
Wynd was 21 and was considering moving out.
He said he wouldn't go without knowing I was okay though...

Caine Stohen (short for hurricane) was an amazing musician...
When I couldn't sleep when I was little, he played music to me and it'd send me straight off.
Not because it was boring, because it was calm and beautiful.
Like a lullaby. We're the closest. All of us are close, but I'm closest to him.

Caine's twin was called Taine Clyff (short for Mountain). They are both 20, and Taine is so smart! He can do everything and anything.

Then the youngest out of the boys; Wahve Fyre.
He was 19 and he doesn't talk to us much.
He's really hot-headed, but (and don't laugh) he was THE most amazing cook.
I swear his brownies are like little pieces of heaven, and his honey cone cookies are almost sinful!
I expect to go to hell any moment after snacking on them.

Then there were my little sisters.
Shynie Lyte and Hailei Reivier. My brothers didn't like them much.
Shynie was about 5, and Hailei was 7.
They were both adopted.
About 7 years ago when I was 11, I was walking home alone from school when I heard this crying.
The crying came from a cardboard box.
I walked over to it cautiously and looked inside.
Inside was a baby. The baby had tufty white hair and black eyes. No color.. just black. Weird right.

Well I picked up the baby and ran home to dad.
Dads heart went out to the poor thing and adopted her immediately.
I got to name her because I found her.
I thought long and hard...
I went into the attic one day to do some serious thinking.
(My house is loud and no-one goes into the attic!)
I looked in some boxes and I found one of my mother's diaries.
They were from when she was pregnant with me. She knew she was having a girl.
She wrote "I can't wait until I see my baby girl... I know exactly what I'm going to call her.
I'm going to call her Skye Aire.
If I ever have another baby girl I'm going to call her Hailei Revier."
And that was how Hailei got her name.