It's now been a couple days, Marshall dropped off more money and a letter and I have finished training to be a stripper. I really missed Marshall and the girls. A idea popped in my head, I can go see Whit, Hailie, Laney and Marshall. I know I've been rejecting Marshall, but I really miss him.
I picked up the key to Marshall's house and rubbed my finger over it. I'm going to go see Marshall and the girls. It was 3:30, the girls should be home when I get there. I thought about calling Marshall, but I decided against it. I put on a hoodie and a jacket and pulled on a pair of shoes.
Making my way to Marshall's, I felt nervous. The closer I came to Marshall's, the more nervous I got. After, about 20 minutes I was outside the gates to Marshall's mansion, I took a deep breath as the gate opened. I jogged to the front door, excited and nervous. I tried the door, it was locked, I unlocked the door with my key.
"Hello?", I said, opening the door. Weird, the girls school bags weren't here. I heard something upstairs, "Marshall?". It sounded like someone was running upstairs. I walked towards the stairs, I stood there for a minute before decided to go upstairs.
Marshall's door was closed, I pressed my ear against the door, "Get outta here!", "Fine, call me Slim". What? The door opened, I nearly fell forward. "Who is this?". "Who?", "This slut". "Who you calling a slut, bitch?". "Grace?", "Excuse me". "You heard me. Bitch". "Oh, that's it".
She lunged for me, reaching for my neck. I moved out the way and she fell on her floor. Marshall came out his room. "Grace! What you doing here?", "I came to see you, don't know why though". The girl got up and punched me in the face. "Stacy!", Marshall shouted. Anger built up in me, I threw a punch back at the girl. I punched her nose, making it bleed. "Ahh!! Oww!", she whined, falling back onto her floor.
"Dad, whe're home!", Whitney called out, "Oh shit", I heard Marshall say under his breath. "Daddy?", Whit called out, coming up the stairs. Whitney was now up the stairs, standing in the hallway with a happy and confused face. "Grace!", Whitney said, dumping her bag and running up to me. She gave me a tight hug, "Hey Whit", "Oh my God, I missed you so much", "I missed you to".
"Whitney?", a voice called out from downstairs. "Oh shit, Kim's here", Marshall said. "Why's she here?", I asked, "She had the girls", "Err". "Dad, who's that?", pointing to the girl on the floor. "Umm.. Err". This isn't a good picture.
"What the fuck happened here?", Kim said, she was standing a few metres away from us. Whitney stopped hugging me, "None of your goddamn business!", Marshall hissed.
"Let's go Whit", "Yes". I took her to her room. Marshall's and Kim's fighting could be heard, me and Whit sat on her comfy bed. We sat there for a minute, the door burst open, "Come on Whit, you're staying with me", Kim said. "I don't want to", "It wasn't a request, it was a order". Kim's eyes directed to me, "Who are you?", "You seem to know a fair amount about me, so I'm surprised". "Hurry up, Whitney!", Kim shouted.
"You're not taking the girls!", Marshall said, running down the hall to Whitney's room. "Whit, you're not going anywhere!", "People! Am I staying or going?!", "Staying!", "Coming!", Marshall and Kim said at the same time. "Argghhh!!", Whit said, frustrated. I hugged her, I felt her get calmer.
The girl came down the hall, "See you Slim", Marshall just made a face. I stopped hugging Whitney and pushed past Marshall and Kim.
"Gold digging whore!", I screamed at the girl, pushing her. "Coming from one!", "You want a bash!", "You couldn't bash me!". "Are you high?", I said, laughing. "No", "So it wasn't me who punched you in the nose", "Whatever", she said. She flicked her hair and walked out of the Marshall's mansion.
I turned back to Marshall and Kim, "Who do you want to stay with?!", Kim screamed. I cringed when she yelled. "I want to stay with dad! He doesn't yell at me all the time!", "Fine", Kim said, letting out a huff. She turned on her heel and walked down the stairs. Marshall looked at me, I shrugged, "No.. More.. Screaming", Whitney said, panting a bit.
"What's mom yelling about?", Hailie asked from downstairs, "I don't know", I replied. "Grace?", Hailie asked, I heard her footsteps come up the steps. "Grace!", Hailie said, rushing to me and hugging me. I fell backwards from the impact, "Sorry", Hailie said, brushing a piece of hair from her face. "It's fine".
"What are you doing here?", "I missed you guys". "What about me?", Marshall asked, "Yes, you to", Marshall did a happy dance, "You're such a retard, dad", Hailie said. Marshall paid no attention to Hailie. "Ignore dad, will you stay?", Whitney asked, God she's so cute, "Maybe", "Yay!". "Dad, I'm hungry", Hailie whined, "You're always hungry", Marshall said. "Grace, what do you want?", "Pizza", I said, almost instantly. "Fine", Marshall said, going downstairs.
A few minutes later, the door opened and closed. I guess Marshall went to get the pizza. "Wanna watch some TV?", "Sure. Where's Laney?", "At a friends", "Oh". Hailie and Whitney led me downstairs, into the living room and onto the couch. We ended up watching some vampire TV show, Hailie looked into it, Whit was on her phone and I was just sitting there.
The door burst open, Marshall came inside, closed the door and dumped the pizza boxes and the bottles of pepsi on the ground. "Yum! PIZZA!", Whit said, "Whit, you're crazy", Hailie said, laughing, "I know", Whitney said, flicking her hair behind her shoulder and taking a piece of pizza.
This is like the first time I met the girls.
