My sister's name is Nancy...

Chapter Eight

I run down stairs because from upstairs in this large house, I hear yelling, screaming, and crying.

"Get the fuck out my house, now!" Nancy yells at Grap and I think it was towards everyone. "Nancy you have got to forgive me. I didn't even know he was your father."Grap says, apologetically. Wait, our father?

"Ha, it's funny. I actually thought this way was the best way. Befriending my kidnappers and the fucking host of a fucking app scandal!" Nancy sys. "What the fuck did you mean by our father?!" I have now joined the circus in my living room. "Ha, my baby sister. I think you would be glad to know that because our father was protecting our family because their brother was a pervertive moron who put his hands up 8 year old girls skirts, our poor daddy was tortured by some people we called our friends!" Nancy yelled. "Wait, where the hell was I when this happened?" I asked. "You were kicking mother in her stomache and Grap was kocking dad in his face!" She yelled. "Wait, so you are the reason why I grew up without a father?!" I yelled at Grap. "You know what, you two have some things to think about. We will just leave."Bubba said, dragging sad Grap out of the house. Chance walked past me and winked and I blushed.

"No." Nancy says. "What?" I ask. "You will not fuck around with Chance. End of discussion he is old enough to be our daddy."Nancy says, walking upstairs.

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Nancy-

"I now call on Justin Watermall." The judge says. Jags walks into the court and when his eyes hit me, he smiles. It then turns into a confused face when he notices how distance me and the guys are.

Jags gives the same lie he gave me and the judge seems very into it. Good sign.

"Well, it seems as if we have no proof that Mr.Watermall was the murderer. He is free to go after he signs some paperwork."The judge says.

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"Hey Justin!" I say, hugging him. "Hey, what is going on between you and the guys?"He asks. I feel a turn in my stomache and sigh. "Did you know about Grap and Walter Washington?"I ask. He bust into to a world of hideous laughter. "Yeah, Grap could not stop talking about how that was his first kill in the gang and how he made sure that prick felt twice the pain our brother felt."He said.

An alarm sets in my body from his words and as we drive, I flip the table on him. "Listen, you puny little Watermall. Do not ever talk to me again after this day! I am so done and I never want to talk to any of you again. Walter Washington was a good man, a great husband, and an even better father. So, I suggest you shut the hell up before I drop you off in this street and make you feel more pain than Walter did!"I yell at Jags. He gives me a confused face before he comes to realization. "Oh my..... Nancy Washington? I can not believe it. You know, we have had a hit on you for years?"He says and I swallow the bile building in my throat. "What?" I ask. "Yeah, he says that Nansay is the reason that this happened. If your skirt was not so far up your ass, we would all be happy now. But you had to be wearing that filty skirt."He sneers. Thoughts of my father burning that skirt enter my mind. "Well, get over it. Kill me or leave me. Your choice." I say as I pull into my driveway and cring at the sight of a black van in my driveway. "What the hell is that?"I ask. He smirks at me. "The Walter express."He says, hopping out my car. "The what?!"I yell, hopping out the car.

"12 years and this baby can still ride like the wind."I hear as I walk in the van. When I hop in all the way, I see Grap, Chance, and Bubba standing in it. I then see a big picture of my father at the far end. "You see that bottle over there with red fluids?"Jags asks me. I nod. "I know blood when I see it dumbass."I say. "That's your father's blood. You see, for almost 12 years, the Watermall family has prayed to that blood. Forced to by our mother, India Watermall who almost died when Chance told her what Grap did to the man who killed our oldest brother. He also, being the creep he is, stored your father's blood in that bottle."Jags explained. My eyes widened, but softened at the thought of how kind their mother must have been.

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Dailah-

" I feel we're close enough

I wanna lock in your love

I think we’re close enough

Could I lock in your love, baby?

Now I got you in my space

I won’t let go of you (never)

Got you shackled in my embrace

I’m latching on to you (never)." I start to sing before I am breifly interrupted by a knock on my door.

I hop out of bed and pause  the song I was playing before.

"Hey." Chance says when I open the door. "Oh, hey Chance. You didn't hear my horrible remix to Latch did you?" I ask. He smiles. "Oh, I thought you were crying. My fault."He says. I laughed and walked into the room.

"So, how is my sister doing?" I ask as we seat on my bed. "Great, she actually looked him in the eyes without chopping off his man particles." Chance joked. And I laughed, but stopped when I heard something shift in my closet...

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