24 Hours In Hell

☾Chapter 3

Ello~!

Okay this is the second chapter I made in one night.

I might make more—

I don't know—

Anyway, enjoy—

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Piper's P.O.V

Boarding off the plane, I jump for joy.

God has answered my prayers!

Okay—let me explain—

Actually I'll give the back story.

*before the plane arrived*

Oh. My. Fuck.

This—

*kick*

Little—

*kick*

Fuck—

*kick*

Is—

*kick kick*

Gonna—

*kick kick kick*

Fucking die!

Unbuckling my seat belt, I turn around and stare at the 10 year old kid that sat behind me.

He had a smirk on his face and he stuck his tongue out at me.

"Why you little—!"

*end of flashback*

Well, yeah.. you should know the rest.

And also, Yes. My mom's fiancé did take a plane here. For unknown reason, I don't know.

Literally, he took a plane from California just to come too Denver? That's plain stupid.

"Piper!" My mother hissed. "Help me with these damn bags!"

I roll my eyes as I walk over to the bi—I mean my mom, taking two of the bags of luggage.

I huff as I hostile them over to the cabby that was waiting outside for us.

Yeah—I can already tell this is gonna turn into hell.

*at the house*

I handed the cab driver five dollars and got out, along with my mother and our luggage.

My mom gave me a sickly sweet, fake smile and tossed her bags at me.

"Be a dear, would you? I don't wanna make a bad impression."

Your fucking face is already a bad impression.

I carried the bags threw the big, steal silver gates, dragging them up the driveway.

And yes, I was right. The Fuck of a guy is rich.

Now this really is hell.

We made it to the front and my mom knocked on the door three times. I buffed as I sat the bags down and waited.

The big oaf, rich ass man opened the door with a genuine smile.

He then looked over at me, his eyes gleaming with joy.

"Piper!" He said excitedly. "You can finally meet my boy's!"

Hold the fuck up—BOYS?!