Heathers One-Shots (VERY SLOW UPDATES)

[McDuke] Bad Days...Good Days

((I have no idea if McDuke is the McNamaraXDuke ship name...oh well--

And the art above is by darkiekitten on deviantart))

Bad days...
We all get them. Some can handle it, others can't...but for those who need help along the way...they should have a friend that's willing to be there.

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Duke stepped into the empty room. Nothing but memories floated through the heavy air. Her eyes were heavy from lack of sleep.

"Heather, we're leaving. Come on." her mother called from the hallway behind the tired teen.

"Mom...can we stop at Heather's house?"

"The rich one or the mean one?"

Heather looked over her shoulder at her mom with that "really?" look.  Her mom just shrugged.

"Heather M..." she sighed. "The rich one."

"Of course! Before that we need to stop at the gas station. We have a long trip before us and stocking up is a good idea."

"Right..." She responded as she took her attention back to the room. These memories she made may have started in this room, but they'll always be with her.

Turning on her heel the black haired girl made her way to the front door. She wasn't ready to leave...but if she held on....the pain wouldn't leave.

Her pale, shaky hand gripped the knob of the door as she stepped out of the house. The warm summer air covered her body in a rush.

Heat lathered her body as she moved into the suns rays. Yellow sunshine heated her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead; sliding down her face.

"Help me with this box!" Duke's mother yelled from the car. Picking up her pace she got to her struggling mom.

Easily she bent down and lifted one end of the box; tossing it into the car trunk.

"Let's hit the road!"

Closing the trunk lid Heather made her way to the passenger seat. Sitting on the heated leather seat Duke rested her tense body.

"Hey, kiddo?" Heathers mom nudged her side. "What's wrong?" her hands slipped off the steering wheel as she realized the reason of her daughters pain.

The mothers gaze glued onto the house. "I'll miss it too." Her mom said quietly, leaning back into her seat. "I remember," she sniffed with a laugh. "When we walked through that door the day you were born. Your Dad-" her sudden tears cut her off. "He-held you. The happiest i'd ever seen him."

Heather looked at her mom, who's face was now red and eyes were puffy. This was the first time she'd ever seen her mom cry.

"You brought this family together..." Dukes mother, Jaclyn (random name ;u;), made eye contact with Heather. Her bright eyes darkened with rage, regret and sorrow. "And your Dad ripped it apart."

"Dad didn't mean to...he was falsely accused."

"You can't be falsely accused of murder when the evidence is right there, Heather."

Dukes Dad has been in jail for about a month now. Jaclyn had been attempting to get him out but nothing was doing the trick so she decided to start taking the side of the murder. You see, he was FALSELY accused of killing someone. Framed would be the usual term.

"J-just get me out of this dump." the green Heather sneered.

The car suddenly jerked forward and they started off. On the way through the old neighborhood Duke spotted people she recognized from school, not that she would miss them.