I blinked. "I don't understand. We were stuck in Darcy's house because we were snowed it. The weather did that, not you lot."

My mother looked down to her feet.

Darcy gasped from my right so I looked at him and said, "What?"

He glanced at me then looked forward again and glared. "They buried us in the house to stop us from leaving."

What?

How was that even possible?

"I don't think they-"

"We did, Neala."

I snapped my head in my father's direction and gaped at him. "What?"

My father shook his head. "It was a stupid idea, but both your mother and Darcy's wanted to have one last attempt at trying to make you both get along."

Hold the bloody phone.

They were responsible for us being buried in Darcy's house for days eating canned food, taking freezing cold baths, having zero fucking heat and for Darcy almost dying?

I exploded. "You can't force two people to get along! I am sick to bleeding death of you all trying to control our lives. If we wanted to be together, we would be together. That is up to us, not you!"

Everyone flinched when I finished shouting.

"She's right, you're all something bloody else. How dare you force us together like animals!"

I was shaking with anger while Darcy spoke.

"It wasn't meant to be like this. We thought you would both find it funny," Justin protested.

I growled at him, "We hated being in each other's company for twenty years. Do you understand that? Twenty bleeding years! What makes you think four days would sort us out?"

Justin raised his eyebrows. "You both slept together, hate was obviously not an issue between you both in that house."

My heart broke all over again with the reminder, and I was mortified that everyone close to me knew what myself and Darcy got up to in private.

"Justin! Bloody hell, man!" Darcy hissed.

I wiped my eyes before any tears could fall. "Thank you for that reminder, Justin, and thank you for letting everyone know something so personal."

Justin frowned then grunted when his ma slapped his arm.

"What happened between us wasn't even our choice. You forced us together and knew we would either sleep together or kill each other," Darcy snapped at his mother.

Marie frowned. "We just wanted you both to get along-"

"We know!" Darcy screamed. "We know what you all bloody want, but what about what we want? Don't make this out like you were doing this for anyone but yourselves. You all want us together so we can play happy families."

I folded my arms across my chest and looked down as I started to sniffle.

"We're not sheep, you can't just round us up together because you want to see us together."

Sean cleared his throat. "I wasn't aiming to get you both together, I just wanted you to stop fighting all the time."

I raised my hands to my temples and rubbed.

"How did you do it?" I asked.

My father was the one to answer me.

"Firstly, I want to apologise to you both. I didn't like the idea, but I made the decision to go along with it and help out and that was inexcusable. I'm very sorry to you both," he said.

"Same here," Mark, Darcy's father, chimed in. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have partaken in the scheme as it was stupid and wrong. I hope you both can forgive me... forgive us."

"I love how you're all laying the blame at mine and Carol's feet!" Darcy's mother snapped.

Sean scoffed, "It was the pair of you who came up with the idea. We were just the morons' who carried out the deed."

I was aware that both our father's helped bury us in Darcy's house, but the people I was furious with was our mother's and brother's. Our father's would go along with our mother's just to keep the old bats happy, but our brother's wouldn't have gotten much backlash if they said no to the idiotic idea. They wanted to do it for selfish reasons.

"We apologise to you all every single time we argue in your presence, we rarely even cause scenes anymore so I don't understand why you went to this extent. You do understand what you all did, right? You buried us inside a house and trapped us for days. Do you have any idea what it was like? It was scary, dark, and uncomfortable. We both fought the majority of the time there. I had to endure insults day and night from a fucking parrot... a parrot!"

Darcy placed his hand over his mouth, and I snarled in his direction.

"I'm not laughing," he quickly said and looked away from me.

Bastard!

I looked back to my father who suddenly looked depressed. "Go on, tell us how you did it."

He sighed, "After Darcy left the pub the night of the engagement party, I knew you were going to follow him to get your doll back. I mentioned it to your mother and told her I was going after you because I was worried you would get hurt and freeze your arse off going up the mountain. Your mother, and Darcy's, came up the with the idea that once you got inside the house, because we knew you would get in, to block any exits thus keeping you both together to... settle your differences."

My father shook his head.

"Myself, Mark, Sean, and Justin headed up the mountain after you but we kept our distance in case you caught onto us. After an hour or so we reached Darcy's house and we could hear you arguing inside. Sean went to the back door and said it was over the parrot so we figured it was nothing serious."

Nothing serious, ha!

That fucking bird traumatised me.

"Go on, don't stop now," Darcy growled.

Justin took over. "We got shovels from your shed and got to work - you should put a lock on that by the way. The heavy snowfall made things easy. It didn't take long for us to block up the doors and windows. When we were finished we did have second thoughts, but we thought we'd just let it play out and see what would happen."

I was insanely mad, but them, they were fucking crazy.

I cannot believe this group of morons' thought, even for a second, that what they did was a good idea.

"You're a bunch of eejits, I hope you realise that."

Everyone hung their heads.

They knew.

"I hope you also realise that I almost suffocated trying to dig our way out through the fucking snow," Darcy snapped.

Everyone, but our brothers, gasped.

"Yeah," I chimed in. "The snow in the tunnel he made collapsed on him and I had to pull him out. You almost killed Darcy."

I was telling the truth, but I added a touch of drama to my voice to really get my point across and from the look on everyone's face, it worked.

"I'm so sorry," Darcy's mother cried.

Legit cried. Real tears.

I never saw Marie cry before so I did a lot of staring.

I even felt bad.

Just for minute though until I reminded myself what the group of eejits orchestrated.

"I honestly can't believe you trapped us in a house buy burying the exits, is that even legal?"

My father huffed. "Pretty sure it's not."

Interesting.

"What? You're going to have us arrested?" Sean asked me, his tone sarcastic.

I curled my lip in disgust. "It's no more than you bloody deserve.

Sean didn't reply, he only looked down.

Everyone seemed to favour looking down at their feet.

"What about the blackout? Did you cause that too?" Darcy growled.

Everyone shook their heads. "The village power only came back on yesterday. The mountain house and lodges should have power by Thursday - the council is working on it," Justin explained.