The Mortician's Daughter

Chapter 9

So, I'm back! What are you guys waiting for? Start reading!!!

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Reese's POV

We walked in and my mouth dropped to the  floor. All over the floor was broken beer bottles, Andy's eyes widened and he looked at Ashley in terror.

"What did you do?" he asked him, his eyes travelling from the glass to Ashley.

Ashley just smiled and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously.

"Just some fun," he replied.

"By yourself?" Andy asked.

"No, I had my little helpers here," he said while pointing to some girls who were dressed in pretty much nothing. I guess we didn't notice them until he said something.

I gasped and turned to look at Andy.

"What the hell?" I whispered to him.

He looked at me and mouthed "sorry" before looking back at Ashley and the barely clothed girls who were glaring at me. One of the girls was bold enough to actually come forward and started looking at Andy with lust and her hands started roaming.

Andy raised his eyebrows then pushed the girl away with a disgusted look on his face. I was about the slap the girl when the other members of the band came into the room.

"What are they doing here?" he asked the other guys gesturing towards the girls.

"Ashley called them, I kept telling him no, but obviously he didn't listen," Jinxx said.

"No shit, sherlock," I said with a bit of attitude.

"Okay, Ashley, you're going to have to get rid of these girls," Andy said while looking from the girl's boobs to Ashley.

I slapped his arm, hard might I add, while gasping. I shook my head and started waking towards the door when a hand gripped my arm.

I turned around and rose my hand to slap who I thought was Andy,  but instead it was CC. When I tried to pull my arm away he held it tighter.

"Let me go or I swear I will fucking seriously hurt you," I growled into his ear.

I finally felt the sight pain in my arm seize to exist. Once I was free from his grip, I ran out of the house. I kept running until I got to a place that looked so familiar... it was a place that I had once called home.

I walked up to the door and saw the foreclosed sign on it. My hope, which was already wavered, disappeared completely.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I looked back at the paper pasted on the door, it read 'time of foreclosing:' then a bunch of jumbled letters that were smeared over, probably from the rain. I also saw a cell phone number.

I quickly took out my phone and immediately started typing in the somewhat coherent numbers.

I brought my phone up to my ear and waited for an answer.

"Hello, this is Theresa Monroe. How may I help you?" the voice on the other end of the line sounded very bored as a tired yawn was heard.

"Hello, Theresa, I'm at a foreclosed house that has your phone number written on the bottom of the sheet. I was wondering if you could give me a little information on it," I told the woman mildly.

"Well, I'll see what I can help you with. Would you mind telling me the address?" her voice almost sounded amused.

I told her the address that I had known by heart since I was a little girl.

"Okay, in going to have to ask you how this has anything to do with you before I start giving out information on the property you have mentioned," she stated as if she says this daily, which she probably does.

"I am the owner of the house's daughter," I replied in as quickly a fashion as possible.

"I'm going to need some form of identification, so will you come down to Crater's Place off of highway I-90 at 10:30 sharp tomorrow morning?" She asked impatiently with the add of a sigh.

"Yes, ma'am, I will see you then," I replied knowingly. "Goodbye, Ms. Monroe."

"Oh, wait, I never got your name," she said quickly before either one of us could hang up.

"Reese, Reese Peterson," I replied.

"Okay, Ms. Peterson, I will see you tomorrow then," and with a small farwell, I hung up the phone.

With an exasperated sigh, I silently started walking back towards the street and to go in the direction I came from.

As I got to places that looked familiar, I decided that I was not going to go back to Andy's place. Totally not worth the lecture about how stupid he is. I already know it.

So, instead of wasting my time with Andy, I decided to call Ava and ask if I could sleep at her place tonight.

I still cannot believe what Andy did, it was disgusting. How dare he be staring at that slut with such lust in his eyes.

I shook my head as pictures of him and all of those girls being together came to mind. The thought was just antagonizing.

I reached for my phone, which was in my purse, and called Ava's cell.

After two rings she answered.

"Hey, bro, wassup?" she said inthusiastically.

"Hey, I need a place to hunker down for the night," I told her.

"What happened with you and pretty boy? Wait, no, don't answer that question! We'll talk about it when you get here," Ava said, with a light precaution in her voice. I'm guessing that she was just genuinely worried about me.

"See you, bye," and before she could even reply, I hung up and started walking towards her home.

As I walked up to her house, I was bracing myself for the whole 20 questions, plus 50, but instead she was just asking me if I was okay. I kept telling her I was fine and eventually just walked into the room that was going to be mine before I decided to live with Andy the buttface. Yeah, very mature of me.

I laid down on the bed and the second my head hit the pillow, I was out.

I didn't sleep very well, though, because of the terrible dreams I was having. They were about Andy and the girls hooking up and stuff. Not very pleasant.

But, finally, after what seemed like forever, I fell into a deep dreamless sleep. In other words, I slept like a log.

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A/N

So, I am feeling really guilty. I haven't updated in what seems like forever and I'm really sorry about that. Also, if there are a bunch of typos, that's because I'm really tired and the stupid autocorrect combined.

I've just been busy with this musical at my school that I'm in and... I'm just making up excuses for myself. But I really am sorry. 😯

Thankyou for reading!

-Merlyn