The Mafia Boy

Chapter 11

Rachel's POV:
"Delete that! That's such an ugly picture of me!" Jacqueline tackled me on her bed, attempting to take the phone out of my hand.

"No! I love this picture!" I screamed back through my laughter, trying desperately to push her off of me.

"Rachhhhhh," Jacqueline groaned as she stomped her feet like an upset toddler.

"I need a pic of you before you leave Jay," I pouted my lips.

"Jacqueline Michelle Torres," we heard a very feminine voice shout from downstairs.

Jacqueline's face grew pale, almost as if she'd seen a ghost. "Yea mom?" She shouted back.

"Come down here this second," her mother's voice was stern.

Jacqueline and I made our way out of her bedroom and down the stairs. When we got downstairs, Mrs. Torres had her hands on her hips and was tapping his right foot.

"Hi Rachel," Mrs. Torres smiled at me.

"Hi," I smiled back at her.

She turned to Jackie. "Jacqueline, what's today?" Mrs. Torres titled her head, interrogating her daughter.

"Thursday?" Jackie furrowed her eyebrows.

"Exactly," her mother waited impatiently for Jacqueline to connect the dots.

"I'm confused," Jacqueline stared at her mothers eyes, shifting uncomfortably.

"You were supposed to go take the family photo with us at 4!"

Jacqueline's eyes widened, her skin tone became a pale shade.

"Oh my god mom I'm so sorry, I forgot," Jacqueline put her hands over her mouth.

"Well luckily we were able to reschedule for 6:30, but we need to be there at 6:15," her mother checked her wrist watch, "go get changed now."

I checked the time on my phone, 6:05 PM. Jacqueline ran up the stairs and I followed behind as Mrs. Torres walked over to her kitchen.

"I'll go right now," I spoke as I grabbed my backpack off the floor.

"Wait," Jacqueline turned from her closet to me, "help me look for something to wear."

I set my bookbag down and made my way over to her. I picked out a very subtle yet classy. After setting up her outfit, I grabbed my bookbag and said good-bye to Jacqueline.

Since my brothers were probably asleep at this time from what call "a hard day at work/school", I decided that I would walk home instead.

I walked down the block and made a right. After a couple more turns I eventually made it home. As I searched my smaller pocket in my backpack for my keys, I heard shuffling coming from upstairs. Logan is probably trying to scare me again.

I opened the door and entered my house, closing the door behind me. I tossed my bookbag on the couch walked over to the stairs. As I was about to make my way upstairs, I noticed that the backdoor leading to the backyard was open.

"Those idiots must have left it open," I rolled my eyes as I went to shut it.

After shutting the door I made my way up the stairs. It was rather quiet considering I have two annoying loud brothers. I walked down the hall and opened the first door near the stairs, my parents' room.

The door was already slightly open, which they never usually did. I entered the room to find everything trashed. The clothes that were usually in the closet were all over the floor, the dresser cabinets were all opened and messed up. All the jewelry from my mother's jewelry box was missing, the the knock-off ones thrown all over the floor. The cash my father kept behind that box was gone as well.