Him and Him and Him... -Book One- {{COMPLETE}}

Chapter Thirty-Four.

I woke up slowly due to the sound of the car engine stopping. I must of been asleep for quite some time as i couldnt exactly remeber much. I sat up slowly and yawned softly, realising it was pretty dark outside. And then i remebered, I was in New York.

I smiled lightly as i looked beside me and saw that Margret was there, smiling back at me as the driver got out of his seat, opened the back doors and helped Margret out the car. Followed by Margret, he helped me aswell.

After i got out of the car, i looked up at the huge mansion that was there. Margret was living here?

"Welcome to our house, Darling" said Margret softly as she put her arm over my shoulder and walked with me to the huge red front door. I looked over my shoulder as my suitcase was still in the car, but i saw that the driver was already unloading the suitcase from the boot.

I turned back round and walked over to the red door with her. Margret took her hand out and ringed the doorbell, then stepped back as the door opened slowly and a young-looking girl stood there, straight blonde hair and bright green eyes. She looked about ninteen years old, and i could tell she was very neat by the way she was dressing.

"Mother" she said as she smiled and stepped aside, looking me up and down when Margret wasnt looking. I followed Marget in, not receving a "hello" or a 'How was your journey?"

I looked at the girl for a fraction of a second until i heard someone come down the spiral staircase nosily, i looked up quickly and saw a figure. But i couldnt see the persons face as he walked into what seemed like a kitchen.

"Darling, this is Abbey. Abbey, this is my daughter" Margret cooed as she looked at me then looked at her daughter, nodding her head towards me as her daughter held out her hand. I looked at her hand then slowly held it as i shook it a little, becoming slightly shy all of a sudden.

"Hello. Nice to meet you" she said to me as she gently let go of my hand and flashed her white perfect teeth at her mom, smiling brightly as Marget laughed a little, patting her head.

How old was this girl? Seven?

"I would just like to have a few words with mother, exuse us" the daughter beemed happily as she ushered herself and her mother to a small room, closing the door behind them.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my tounge out in the air, pretending i was aiming my actions to them. Well, i guess i was.

"Thats not very good manners" a voice said as i slightly jumped and turned around, then saw Frankie.

"You live here?" i said quickly, not even replying to his comment.

He looked at me then laughed lightly, reaching over to the small table which sat next to the spiral staircase. He took hold of an expesive looking vase, then held it out towards me.

"What do you think" he said as my eyes were on the vase, but before i could even answer he dropped it, causing it to smash, the noises of the smashed vase echoed throughout the whole entire house, which i liked to call a 'freakin mansion.

I gasped lightly as he started laughing, whisling loudly. I watched his actions, getting a little curious on why he dropped the vase. Speak of the devil, he answered my un-asked question.

"If I wasn't living here, i would get into trouble for doing that" he said inbetween his irattiing chuckles. A young looking lady, in maid clothes, scurried over as she knelt down and began to clean up the mess.

"You are seriously sick" i said as he looked at me and continued laughing. 

I could tell this guy was going to make my life hell.

Literally.