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

Chapter Forty.

I flashed open my eyes as i turned around, hoping to see the girl that said it. I knew it was Maria, but i couldn't tell Frankie what happened last night when he was drunk.

"Annie?" he called out as he opened the bedroom door and walked out, looking down the staircase hoping to see her, but it was obvious that she had left.

"Mom, have you seen Annie?!" he called out again, his voice was fading as he walked downstairs, away from the bedroom i was in. Which was known as his messy bedroom.

I sat down then looked around. It was a normal bedroom, well..a normal guys bedroom. Most of his clothes were scattered on the floor, the wardobe door was flung open and the sheet covers on the bed were messed up.

For some odd reason, the house maid didn't clean up Frankie's room today. Maybe because he told her, or maybe Margret told the maid not to clean up his room so he can finally have common sense to clean up his own room.

I was about to get up to search through his room again as i was getting more curious. The more Frankie took longer, the more curious i got. But i didn't get up as i heard someone walking outside the closed bedroom door.

I sat very still, not moving at all incase Margret came into the room. Afterall, it was so obvious that she hated me as her daughter was lying to her, telling her I was the one who started the whole party the other night and that I was the one who "put something" into Frankie's drink to make him even more drunk. 

A part of me wated to go downstairs and shout at them, telling them all that Margrets daughter was lying. But on the other hand, i wanted to just pack all my things and leave. But yer again, i thought seriously. If i did pack my things and left the house, where the hell was i going to go?

I couldnt go back to London because of a number of reasons. It was so obvious that my mom wanted to get rid of me, and that she wanted to act like Justin's real mom - even though she really wasn't.

The room I was sitting in remained more or less silent. Maybe Margret was having a talk with Frankie about Something.

Probably about me.

I groaned lightly as i put my head in my hands, staring at them sliughtly. I wanted to know why the hell everyone hated me, and why the hell my soon-to-be-step-brother grassed me up. Just thinking about that brought tears to my eyes.

I quickly rubbed them away as i heard the bedroom door finally open.

I looked up and saw her.

Annie.