The Bendersons: Kidnapped at K7 HTML version
Mum burst out into hysterics. “No way! You haven’t got that sort of money, like Dan and
Meryl. I want the money straight away. The other thing, Tam, is you will be closer to David and
Jenny as they are in the university near North K ingsland,” said Mum trying to persuade me to
think differently on the matter when I could see absolutely no benefit into moving at all.
I showered and changed for bed and thought that, despite my work and university, my life
was dull. I unfortunately was stuck in a rut living by Mum’s rules and a manipulating brother.
There had to be a way out of this mess. I fell asleep and did not wake up until the next morning.
“Tam, you had better get out of bed and help clean out the shed before the real estate agent
arrives and don’t come inside until I say so as Dan is there, as well,” said Mum.
“I beg your pardon? Why the secrecy,” I said. “First of all, I need something to eat and
coffee before I get started.”
There was a knock on the door and Mum opened it. “Do you mind, Tam,” snarled Dan.
“Excuse me mate. I have just woken up and haven’t eaten yet. I live here, too,” I snapped,
trying to stand my ground.
“That figures, Tam...and why you are such a failure in life in comparison to me? Big house,
money to burn, a Mercedes, a pool, everything! And what do you have, Tam? Bloody nothing,”
snarled Dan, looking at me with that steely-eyed poker face.
“Do you honestly deem your self worth on the basis of money in the bank, Dan,” I said.
“Hey, you! Don’t talk to Dan like that, Tam! Dan, I think someone is stinking jealous of
your success. I’ll pay you $10,000 to sell the house,” whispered Mum as I walked out. “Now
where are you going, Tam,” Mum asked.
“That is none of your business,” I said as I slammed the door and went to the local shopping
centre to order an egg and bacon roll and then head off to class.
A few hours later, I arrived home to find Dan and the real estate agent from XMar Realty
talking to Mum. “Now what are you doing home so soon, Tam,” barked Dan.
“I live here, mate. So you can drop dead,” I snarled.
“Look, is there a problem here,” said the agent from XMar realty as he looked around.
“No not really, Sir,” said Dan seriously. “My sister cannot handle that I am rich and a person
of importance and she is nothing but an undergraduate archeology student,” smirked Dan.