Unlucky (when bad girl meets good boy)

Chapter 37

Nicole's POV

"Mom, who is that?" Drew asked me, concern on his face for the crying girl in front of him. "Shush Drew." I said pulling him into the kitchen away from Clyde and the deceased Max. "So who is that?" Drew asked again, his curiosity overcoming him once again. "A girl who just needed some help, she's just going to stay with us for a while until she can get back on her feet." I answered trying to my best to keep Clyde's identity a secret. "Do I get to meet her? I mean I should be able to since she is living in our house." Drew said peering out back to Clyde crying over Max. Before I could answer Drew spoke again, "What the hell are we going to do with the body?" Drew sighed, running his hands through his hair. "We'll just leave it to your Dad, because, to my dismay, he is good at getting rid of bodies." I said looking at older Drew motioning for hime to take care of it. "I'm on it." Drew said walking towards Clyde and Max.

"I feel like that girl seems familiar, what was her name again?" Drew asked, his gaze focused on Clyde. "I never said her name, but it doesn't matter because she won't be in the house too often." I said trying to change the subject. Drew rolled his eyes and took a seat on the counter. "Mom, it's her name. It's not like I'm asking about her life story."

I thought about his question for a bit, and I remembered a name that stuck out to me while I was looking for a name for my baby. It was Monica which meant woman of solitude, and I thought it explained Clyde quite a lot. Clyde was always independent, and when everything went to hell for her she had to be.

"Mom? Are you going to answer my question?" Drew asked. "Monica, her name is Monica." I said taking a seat next to him on the kitchen counter. Drew grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl sitting on top of the counter. "Monica, that's a pretty name." Drew thought aloud as he took a bite of the apple. "Who's Monica?" Kira asked, looking through the fridge. "She's Monica." Drew said pointing to Clyde,who was watching older Drew take Max's corpse away somewhere. "What are you guys even doing? We just found a dead person on our front lawn, and you guys are casually eating apples and sitting on our kitchen counter." Kira said giving us a weird look. "What do you expect us to do Kira?" I sighed. "This wasn't any dead person, this was the guy who raped and tortured Clyde." I continued, Drew flinching at the mention of Clyde. "I hope you wouldn't expect us to sob over him."I frowned.

Even though Clyde seemed to have found her peace wiht Max, that doesn't mean I have to do the same. I don't see how she could ever find peace with him, especially after all that he did to her.

"It's called have some humanity Mom." Kira snapped, leaving the room with a disappointed scowl on her face. That statement left me speechless, I was acting a little disrespecful towards the dead. "Bitch." Drew frowned. I frowned at Drew, as I got off the kitchen counter. "I don't appreciate that language, especially towards your sister who is acutally right for once." I said leaving the room to go think about the events that have been happening lately.

(Young) Drew's POV

I didn't look at my mom as she left, all of my focus was on Monica. She was standing in the doorway watching the Drew's car leave with Max's body. I knew my Mom wanted me to stay away from her, but something familiar about her wanted me to talk to her.

I began walking towards her, and contemplated calling out her name. "Monica, are you okay?" I asked reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and jerked away from me. Her eyes, they were a shocking blue that I could never forget. "Clyde?" I asked, so many feelings were threatening to reach the surface but I was trying my hardest to stay emotionless. "It's Monica, and do we know each other? I don't remember you, but you seem to know me..." She trailed off, her face filled with confusion. "I, uh, sorry you just really look like someone I know." I said awkwardly scratching the back of my neck. Monica nodded, and turned back towards the doorframe to look out into the yard. "So how did you know him?" I asked curiously. She sighed a long sigh, but kept her focus on the yard. "We were old friends, he helped me through a hard time." She frowned, wiping a tear from her eye. I didn't say anything, just studied her features and thought about how much she looked like Clyde. "It's just crazy how he was just driving me here, and now he's just dead." She said beginning to sob.