The Stray

Chapter Two:

**[Pic of moms]
So many useless years wasted on war. And on the stupid humans, who held their Gods, holy, trying to better one another. What a shame... humanity is.

I close my eyes and focus on the sounds that entrap me. I murmur rapidly, but clearly, "The present of mine, of which I left, to rewind." I hear an echo of a reply, that seems to never reach my ears, I open my eyes, to see my house. It was a mansion, four stories high, that had over thirty five rooms, and twenty three bathrooms.

Sick son of a bitch... Ugh, she had to go marry an old dude and he dies not even a month later. Not to mention, he gave all of his inheritance to my mother, and not a dime to his actual son, Gregory, who is twice Lannie's age.

I trudge inside the house, and call out, "I'm home, Lannie!" I don't call her mother or anything like that at all. She just didn't feel like an actual mother to me at all. So I've always called her by name. It has always been, Lannie.

And always will be.

I begin to hear her heels clicking and clacking against the wood flooring, in the other rooms, and opens the door, to the side of the hall way. Lannie, runs up to me, and hugs me, kissing my cheek in the process. Lannie explained, "Love, Minnie's here! Come on, and say hi. After all, she's your mom too." Her strawberry blond hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her bright hazel eyes shimmered in happiness.

My mom is actually lesbian, she only married the old fool because Minnie convinced her, saying that that he was gonna die anyways, so she might as well entertain him, and get everything else in return. Minnie always loved the luxury of money, whereas Lannie only cared about what Minnie wanted. I never came to the picture at all, when they're together, it's always been them.

I'm alive only because Lannie was drunk, and got pregnant with me in college. Minnie was okay with it because they only used men when they had their supposed "needs".

Yeah, that's totally love, right there.

Since the day I was born, they've used me to get what they want from men, claiming that I was the perfect opportunity to get men to do their bidding.

Being the good little girl I was, I went along with it.

"Mom... Can we talk about my dad?" I ask her timidly.

Her eyes turn into suspicious slits, and stares at me murderously. "Now, love, what do I tell you every single time, you ask about him?" She answers sharply.

I sigh, and recite, "That he was nothing but an idiotic flirt who just wanted to have some fun at a college party."

"Yes, love, you're right." She uttered breathlessly, turning around to fix the picture frame behind her.

"But-" I began, however Lannie turned around sharply and gazed at me fiercely.

"But what? Theres nothing else you need to know." Lannie stated as if that was all to it.

I breath out calmly, and reply with an irritated ease, "But, Lannie, if it was a college party, then you'd obviously know who my dad is."

She stood still, and stared at me, studying me. Lannie smiles, and answers, "Oh, love, why do you need to know? It's not like you can go to him and announce your his daughter. He probably has his own family now."

"Still, I want to know who he is? Lannie, what's his name?" I ask her tiredly.

"Love, why don't you go see Minnie? She's at the table waiting for you." She told me, ignoring the question.

"Fine, Lannie, but i'm gonna keep asking till you tell me." I replied curtly, walking past her. I go through the living room to see Minnie in her skimpy red dress and black pumps, texting on her phone. Her bronzed, long legs, crossed, and her left hand absently reaches to her short black hair, tucking it behind her ear.

Probably playing with her next victim.

Minnie smiles up at me and squeals, "Baby girl, I missed you!" She practically skips towards me, trying not to trip, and kisses me on the cheek.

I fake a smile and answer, "Yeah, well... Um, hello, Minnie."

"Hello, darling." Minnie replies, with a smile.

I turn and look at Lannie, "I said hi now, Lannie. Now can you tell me about my father. I need to know his name. I have a few questions I needa ask."

I see Minnie frown in the corner of my eyes, and Lannie glares at me. "Love, you have us, why must you need to know about the seed guy?" Minnie asks with a frown.

Yup, she just called him the seed guy. They don't call him my father because they said he just produced me, thats it.

"Because he's my dad and I have the RIGHT TO KNOW MY DAD!" I started to shout.

Lannie points a finger at me, and scolded, "Don't yell at your mothers. Who cares about the seed man anyways?"

I look at her in rage, voiced, "I do, Lannie. I want to know my father."

They shook their heads, and repeated, "No."

"Please, Lannie, please. Just for once tell me his name. I need to know. I-I just do." I plead, helplessly.

They look at eachother and then back at me. Lannie looked down, as she responded, "His name... Love, I'll tell you when you turn seventeen."

Seventeen? Thats in a week.

"Lannie why can't you tell me now?" I pushed.

"Not now." Lannie finished.

I groaned, as Minnie interrupted, and asked excitedly, "I have great news! Guess what darlings?"

"Oh, what's up?" I ask not really listening.

Minnie utters breathlessly, "Well darling, my dear, Rees Ostid, died this morning!"

Ah, how wonderful. I'm sure the guy was happy to be your plaything, while it lasted, anyways.

"And...?" I ask, trying hard not to roll my eyes.

"And now we're billionaires!" Minnie shouts.

Great, now I have another thing I have to deal with. Hopefully Minnie's satisfied... For now.

Lannie screams happily, and hugs Minnies jumping around excitedly before smashing her lips against Minnie's.

Okay. Gross.