You may as well be Godfrey, everyone viewed you as such. Letha viewed you as her own sister, and vice versa. You couldn't be more grateful for Norman and Marie for taking you in, the one good decision your parents made was making them your godparents. The three of them treated you as their own family, from the second you moved in with them all those years ago.

Letha was over the moon to finally have a sister, the two of you were like peas in a pod. The only downfall of the Godfrey family, was Roman and his mother. Olivia never treated you as a Godfrey, viewed you as not good enough to bear the name. Roman, however, became almost too protective of you. No one could really work out why, Letha put it down to the fact that Olivia didn't like you, and Roman would always do the exact opposite of what his mother wanted.

To Roman, sure, that might have been the case to start with, but that all changed as he watched you grow into yourself. Roman was infatuated with you, near enough obsessed. Even as he got older, and girls started to show him attention— he never could get over you. Roman was always around you and your sister, driving you to school everyday, sneaking into your room at night, spending every weekend together in his house.

Roman was smart enough to realise, getting you would be a challenge. The whole town viewed you as cousins, including half your family. But technically the two of you weren't related in the slightest, something Roman reminded himself of constantly. Not that he would have let it stop him, even if you were.

"Letha's not well." You tell Roman, as he climbs up the trellis of your house into your room for what was meant to be late night weekly movie night. Roman shakes his head, telling you it's fine, as the two of you get cosy on your bed. A shared blanket, some shitty horror movie on low, as Roman's hand dares to rest on your thigh under the blanket, a devilish smirk on his face. "This okay?" He mumbles, like he would actually move his hand if you told him no.