The Next Mourning

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"Audrey, I hate you! That guy Clyde did this to you. You're a disgrace! Get out of my life!"

"No... No... Tiffany, please! It wasn't my fault. Oh God... I'm sorry!"

"Get out and stay out, you drug addicted bitch! I never want to see you again!"

"NOOOOO!"

Suddenly, Audrey woke up. She looked at her surroundings, remembering she was at that Japanese woman's penthouse.

"Oh... Shit... It was only a nightmare." the party girl said, getting out of the bed. Her favorite dress was on the floor and she was only wearing a pink nightgown, in which she did not recognize.

She looked at her dress. It looked as if it's been through hell and back. Much like the dress, the woman who wore it also had been through hell and back.

She slid the door open and made her way to the kitchen. Amanda and Clyde were already awake. The Korean man sat at the table, looking through a book of numbers. The Japanese woman was cooking in the kitchen until she noticed Audrey standing there, half-awake.

"Good morning, Ms. Belrose." she greeted.

"H-Hi. Uh... So what happened last night?"

"You were having a panic attack, so I undressed you and put you to sleep. I gave you one of my spare nightgowns. How are you feeling now?"

"I-I'm a little bit better. But, I'm still afraid of what might happen if those mobsters find us."

Clyde raised his head up. "Don't worry, Audrey. I'm working on getting help to hopefully clear this mess."

She nodded. Even if he seemed like a heartless criminal, he might have some heart deep down inside.

"My brother Raymond is coming home today. He just got back from a vacation in the tropics. He's going to aid us in taking down the Wilsons." Amanda stated.

"Your brother?" the redhead asked.

"Yes. My brother is incredibly smart. Although he has a lisp and might have a mental disorder, he's also brilliant in solving problems. He should be here soon."

She suddenly got some hope. Her brother sounded like a neat guy. Amanda then handed her a plate of food and a cup of tea.

"Are you hungry, Ms. Belrose?" the Japanese woman asked.

"Y-Yeah. I could eat. I've been so anxious lately so food is probably the closest thing I could get to... you know."

"Drugs?" she asked.

"I-I mean... Yeah. But, I can't have drugs because I'm supposed to be keeping clean. Tiffany told me I need to stop doing drugs. Wait, Tiffany. I almost forgot. How am I going to explain this to her?"

Suddenly, the Japanese woman handed her a flip phone. It looked like the cellphones from the mid-2000's. It was almost like holding a relic from the past.

"W-What's this?" Audrey asked.

"It's a burner phone. Although using your cellphone might be OK, since the mafia doesn't know you, I highly recommend using that burner phone until this mess is cleared. Don't want to risk them finding out where you are."

"So, I can call Tiffany on here?" she asked.

"Yes. I think you need to call Tiffany and tell her what's going on. No doubt, she's worried about you."

She nodded. Thankfully, she remembered her bestie's number by heart. She dialed it and got an answer.

"Hello?" a girl's voice answered.

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