Laundry Boy (Currently Editing)

Chapter Twenty-three

I'd like to start this of by saying:

I'M SOOOOOOO FREAKING SORRY, YOU GUYS.

Holysweetgoodness what has it been like 15 days?!?!?!?!?! I've never made you guys' wait this long, and I feel so bad. I hope this chapter partly makes up for it tho.

I'm extremely sorry, and I hope you all can forgive me. xx

Chapter Twenty-three, enjoy!

~Please excuse any and all mistakes~

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Raegan's father lead us through a couple of dimly lit hallways, taking so many turns I stopped trying to keep track after a while. Eventually we came to a large room, that was filled with loud voices. He walked in first, and the three of us followed hesitantly behind.

I grabbed Raegan's hand, and held it tightly. She was tense, pulled taut with anxiousness. I couldn't really blame her, she'd be facing her extremely judgmental family in a few seconds.

As the family caught sight of us, all conversation died. They stared unabashedly at us, a bit of curiosity occasionally thrown in, with their stuck-up looks.

I shifted uncomfortably, and Raegan leaned into me, I wasn't quite sure if she was trying to comfort me or herself; or maybe both. 

"What is she doing here?" A snide voice asked. I turned to look in the direction of the person who spoke, only to freeze with shock as I caught sight of the familiar blonde hair I'd seen last night.

She was the overly flirty girl from the gas station.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, as I wondered why one of Raegan's rich relatives would be working at gas station of all places. I turned my attention to Raegan's mother as she sniffed disdainfully.

"It would appear that your Uncle as had a change of heart." She spat, apparently speaking to the blonde haired girl, but her blazing eyes were focused on Mr. Jones.

"Oh, this is priceless!" A haughty voice sounded from the plush leather couch in the center of the room. A woman with hair the color of honey and bright red lips laughed humorlessly. If I had to make a guess I'd say she was the sister of Mrs. Jones and the mother of the Gas Station Girl.

They all shared similar features, not to mention sour expressions.

"This is an outrage." A man stated frankly. He had a large potbelly, and a curly moustache that was hard not to laugh at. He looked like a detective out of seventies movie or something. "You cannot seriously be considering allowing them back into the family, can you Frank?" He asked.

"Of course he's not." Grandfather Jones snapped. "It would be a disgrace."

Mr.Jones gazed calmly at his largely opinionated family. I had a feeling he was quite used to this kind of thing.

"They never stopped being a part of this family, and they are welcome here anytime." He informed everyone, he glanced back at me. "So, is Casper." He added as an afterthought. I felt my eyes widen a little, and couldn't help, but smile a little at the gesture. He was obviously trying to prove that he wasn't that bad of a guy.

But, a few grand gestures and friendly glances, weren't going to stop me from being wary. After the way he's treated Raegan, it was going to take me while to believe this sudden change of heart. Raegan seemed to believe it instantly, and I didn't want her to be heartbroken if he ended up changing his mind. It wouldn't be fair to her.