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

Chapter Thirty-Seven.

I slowly woke up the next morning, feeling dizzy for some odd reason. I moved a little but found that i couldn't exactly get off the bed. I opened my eyes quickly and saw Frankie's arm wrapped around me. And then thats when i remebered he was drunk last night, and i was helping him.

I gently pushed his arm away, trying not to wake him up as i got off the bed slowly. Margret would of got the wrong idea if she saw any of this. I walked over to the door slowly, walked out and clicked the door shut gently.

I then looked around the hall way. Silence. And it was comptley clean and organized, it was almost as if i was dreaming about a party going on last night. I raised an eyebrow to myself then made my way downstairs, and i heard Margrets daughter. 

Talking..

About me.

I hid behind the wall and kept listening closley, i couldn't exactly hear the whole conversation but i only heard one sentance, which made it enough to listen to.

"Mother, she was the one who threw the whole party plus she put something in Frankie's drink." she said in her annoying high voice. God, i wanted to kill her so badly at this point.

"Honey, are you sure?" i heard Margret reply, followed by the noises of her mixing her tea up. Of course, they were having breakfast.

"Yes mother, i'm very sure, plus she was acting drunk to get attention" she said again then coughed lightly. I hard Margret sigh followed by her muttering.

"I always knew that girl was trouble" she muttered before sipping her tea, i could see the reflection of her and her daughter off the mirror. Even though it was still morning, her daughter was already dressed and ready to go to school.

"Look..Lucy, just keep away from her as possible. Don't make it too obvious, otherwise Frankie will have a go at us. You know how much he loves her" she said then she sipped on her tea again, closing her eyes as she clearly wanted to blank out everything going on around her.

I made my way back upstairs, not walking, but stomping noisly. 

I didnt act drunk! And how the hell does Frankie love me?!

I pushed open my bedroom door furiously, then grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door incase someone walked in. I then stripped down after setting up the shower, and showered. Enjoying the nice warm water on my soft skin.