Chapter eleven-demands

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I woke up hearing talking and laughter from downstairs, I get up brush my hair and put on a white summer dress and go downstairs.

"where did you learn to make pancakes this good, don't tell Melody but your pancakes are better"

I hear laughter again.

"Really mom?"

"Oh honey you're here" she laughed

"how dare you say my pancakes are not good"

"oh we were just joking around"

"right..."

"you're not actually mad are you?"

"no..." 

But I was mad, and I couldn't explain why.

"okay here are the pancakes" Stefan placed them on the table.

"good because I'm starving"

I put four pancakes on my plate and dig in, but it didn't take long until I realized they tasted pretty bad, and I ran off to the bathroom.

"is there something wrong with the pancakes?" said Stefan with a confused look

He tasted them"they are not bad..."

"they are good, it's not the pancakes, it's morning sickness" said mom

"ooooh, I see"

I flushed the toilet in the bathroom and washed my face, fixed my hair and went back to the kitchen.

"I'm okay"

"good, because I have some plans today"

"what plans exactly?"

"well it's a surprise so I can't tell you"

"okay, but I'm not really in a mood for surprises, so you better tell me what it is"

"it's a small trip to the beach"

"did you say beach?"

"yeah"

"awesome"

"but first you need to eat up, can't go there hungry"

"you're right, but I just can't eat, everything seems disgusting to me, sorry"

"that's alright, we're gonna bring some food and snacks to the beach too"

"good"

After we cleaned up the plates, mom went to the living room and dad in his office.

I was headed upstairs but I was stopped by a knock on the front door.

I turned around to open it, with Stefan coming to me.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"yes, indeed, are you Melody?"

"yes that's me"

"good..." he looked around the house

"um, and who are you?"

"I'm Drake, Ace's brother"

Drake had his brother's pale skin and black hair, but that's the only thing they had in common, he didn't act like Ace at all, and he was wearing a denim jacket,  jeans, backward cap, black, and his pose was one of a gangster or someone who didn't give a f**k, and he also looked my age or even younger.

"Ace had a brother? I didn't know, I'm sorry about your brother, I heard what happened, anyways how can I help you?"

"I heard you were pregnant"

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