Sorry For Getting You Fired (GirlxGirl)

CH. 4 Intruders

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

There was a moving truck parked right outside my house. It was blocking my driveway. Having no other choice, I parked at the curve and hurried inside my house. Men were carrying boxes inside. Furniture.

What the hell was going on? Why were things that belonged to strangers being placed in my house? Wait a minute, things were being taken out of my sister's bedroom!

I hurried in there and saw a girl, instructing the men. I moved aside, permitting the men out the doorway.

My eyes scolded the girl, "Um, who are you and what are you doing in my sister's room?" I questioned. Dad couldn't possibly be remodeling. Not without informing me first.

"I'm Gloria," she played with her split ends, twirling it around her fingers. I rolled my eyes at that. "And correction, this is my room now," she smirked, now polishing her nails. Of course, her sharp split ends must have cut and ruined them.

Who in the world did she think she was? Her room? Eh, no. This room belonged to my sister, even if she had moved out.

Why was this stranger claiming it as hers? Wait, did my father sell the house but didn't tell me? Was he that furious with me? Just abandoned me? How could he do this to me?

I was about to question the girl further but just then, I heard my father's voice.

"Riley," he called me.

I turned around, "Dad, what's going on?" I was totally confused.

"Honey," his slut appeared and slid her hands across his shoulders. "I'm sure we're going to be very comfortable living here," she kissed his cheek.

What the hell did she just say? Oh no, the room was spinning. I felt sick to my stomach. Air was cut short. I could feel sweat forming on my forehead and hands. I felt lightheded, I was gonna faint.

Feeling weak, I used the wall for support. "What did you just say?" I questioned, weakly. I had to close my eyes, due to the sickening feeling. My eyes then opened.

The slut smirked.

"Mom, I love my room," Gorilla... Wait, Gloria walked to the slut. Mom, it echoed in my head. Was I hearing right? My head was vibrating.

"It's not your room!" I defended on my sister's behalf.

"Riley!" my father scolded me. "Behave," he ordered. He was unbelievable! How could he do this?

What a backstab! Right after she bullied me on facebook. How in the world did he come up with this idea? Let me guess, the slut convinced him of it. Wow, I couldn't believe it. Did my father not think of me? Of how this was going to hurt me, how much pain it was gonna cause in me.

Now how was I gonna live in my own home? There was no way, I was not going to live comfortably anymore.

"But dad, I don't want them here!" I protested, feeling the huge urge of crying. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

He made a signal on the down low, demanding for me to shut up. My jaw clenched in anger.

"Riley, we'll talk about this in private," he hissed.

I shook my head. No, I was not going to step down. "Okay but get them out of here," that's all I wanted at the moment. They had no right being here.

My mom used to live here. How could he bring another woman to this house? Sure, they were divorced but this place still belonged to her. He couldn't just bring anyone in here, especially not a slut!

Dad gripped me by the arm, "Come here," he forced me out of the room. Gloria was heard laughing.

Being offended, I looked over my shoulder and glared at her. That made my dad yank on my arm even more.