...Forever (COMPLETED)

Naitee 2

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Due to constant request, I am uploading another chapter, now if you haven't read "Naitee" you should go back and read it So you understand what's happening.
CLARY POV
I walk upstairs and walk down the halls. I get to the living room and see another pair of white couches next to each other, one was up against the right wall, and the other was facing its back to me. The tv was on and showing Arthur, one of Naitee's favorite tv shows. To my left was the long and short white book shelf. It showed off the hallway that lead to my room and Naitee's room. I see Krista's medium blonde head on the couch. But instead of seeing only her head, I see another one. It was Swedish blonde, spiked and not supposed to be here. Naitee was on the brown single chair across the room, looking at the Tv half asleep. It's midnight! She's supposed to be asleep! Naitee's soft dark brown curls were tangled in her messy hair. She had on black leggings with black tennis shoes and a wine colored long sleeved dirty shirt. I clear my throat angrily. Krisa looks up at me with an arched eyebrow as if she didn't know what she did wrong. "Who's this?!" I ask, anger laced in my voice. I already had a rough day! I didn't want to deal with Krisa and some guy! I also didn't want to have to give Naitee a bath at midnight! She has school tomorrow!
      "This is Chad," Krisa says with a shrug. Chad gets up from the couch. He had a beer bottle in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. He puffs out the smoke in my face. Chad has a white shirt that showed off his tattoo's. They were all of violence, skulls, guns and undressed women.
      "Ok, Chad, can you Leave...now..." i say. Chad scoffs.
       "Yeah? And who are you to tell me what to do? How about instead we can do something fun?" Chad asks.
       "Out! Now!" I growled.  Chad rolls his eyes.
       "Whatever bro, call me, ok Trisha?" Chad says as he leaves. Krisa smiles, ignoring the fact that Chad didn't even know her name. As Chad leaves I stare at Krisa with anger.
         "I'm sorry...what was that?!" I ask angrily.
         "Yeah, i know, you didn't have to be so rude to him ya know?" She says as she stands up and grabs her purse. "Ok, so, the total is five hundred dollars," Krisa dictated. I glare at the seventeen year old girl.
"I don't think so," I say. "You're fired," I sneered.
"Excuse me?! You can't do that!" She hisses.
"I Can and I am!" I snapped quietly. "My daughter is still not in her pajamas, she's not being taken care of, and I'm paying you a fortune for a shitty job!" I growl. Krisa rolls her eyes and walks towards the stairs.
"You know," she says as she turns around. "Even if you're legally Namika's mother, leaving her with other people won't make you her mom," Krisa says with an eye roll.
"Her name is Naitee," I mumbled as Krisa left.