Hate vs. Love ✓ [Original Version]

Chapter 22 You Brought Me to A Club?

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Chapter 22: You brought me to a club?

"Sandy, you are so grown up!" Gramma ran and hugged me.

I saw Petrina near the front door waving at Cate and I. She mouthed, "bye" and left. Lucky her. She left whenever Gramma came. While she had paid days off, I was stuck with this woman.

I winced as I got wrapped tightly by the strong, old lady. "Get off me. And you saw me last month, Gramma."

I knew I should have taken my time coming home but I would probably receive a ticket fr driving way under the speed limit. So much for abiding by the law. You come home to get choked by a short, skinny, blonde haired and brown eyed woman.

The sixty six year old woman finally released me and gave me time to breathe. Cate sat on the couch enjoying what was going on.

"Sandy, I am so glad to see you! We should go bake brownies!" I couldn't believe it. Gosh, this woman.

"Why are you back early from your trip?" I asked annoyed.

"You just want to get off topic. Anyways, your Grandpa and father had some important business deal to attend to," shrugged Gramma.

"Oh good. Did Mom go with them?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Gramma said sadly. She was the mother of my father but adored Mom for some reason. It was disturbing.

"Finally, they left. I'll be in my room. If you need me, go call Cate or someone else. I don't wanna be bothered," I proceeded to leave.

"Wait, I want brownies!" Cate whined from the couch.

"I thought you were going to a party?" Gramma said confused.

Cate gave her a sheepish look and replied, "there's always time for brownies."

"Oh I'm sure you'll get brownies at the party," I said with a mock laugh. Cate and Gramma gave me confused looks. I walked in the direction of my bedroom and yelled over my shoulder, "hash brownies!"

Behind me, I heard Gramma ask Cate what hash brownies were.

Oh boy.

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"Sandy! Wake up! What is this?!"

I was literally pushed off my bed, down on to the floor. With a groan, I sat up, leaning against my bed. But the old woman decided not to leave me alone. Gramma shoved some crinkling papers in my face.

"What?" I said grumpily. Sunday mornings were not early waking days. I was going to sleep until ten and then jog for an hour. After that, it was breakfast. Right now, it was still dark outside.

A newspaper shoved in my face made me irritated. I absolutely hated any interaction with anyone when I woke up.

"Look what's in the newspaper," ordered my grandmother.

"I don't have my contacts on, Gramma," I sighed.

"Oh alright." She took the newspaper back as I almost fell back asleep. "I'll read it for you. Here is the headline: Cassandra Evans, Philadelphia's own Bloody Mary."

It took me a couple of minutes to process what was going on. I was wide awake, now. Sitting up, I snatched the newspaper from Gramma. Indeed, that was the headline. I scanned the rest of the newspaper. Apparently, Lucas Crowell had called in reporting the scene, and he had a video of me. Someone at the scene had taken the recording of the ghost. I guess Lucas knew about that.