North Carolina Rebel Child
Author: GlamRockChickx
Chapter One: Country Town Threat
Disclaimer: Note to all that I don't own WWE, the chairman Vince McMahon does. I know a lot of the stories I've read said the same thing, so I thought I'd do the right thing and say the same. OC are my own.
"Finally!" I sighed in relief standing up from the couch as I heard Clarisse's car pull up into out driveway. I walked over to the front door, letting my high heels clang against the floor tiles. My father stopped me as soon as my hand touched the golden, rusty door knob.
"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" he asked being the concerned parent that he always is. My hand slips away from the door knob. I sighed and turned around on the spot to face him. He was wearing his fine business suit, he's a lawyer. Hair blonde, close to white, combed and slicked back. Wrinkle lines appeared on his forehead and around his eyes. He never lets a teenager have their freedom; he's a strict kind of parent.
"Shopping, duh" I replied being a bitch with venom in my tone.
"In that case, I want you back home early today. Shall we say 3:00?" he asked voice all bitter and a little croaky so he cleared his throat.
"Uh, why?" I asked.
"Rosemary is moving in today and I want you and Derrick to make her feel welcome" he replied with his hands now clutched behind his back. Rosemary is a lot younger than my dad. At least 30 years of age, she lies saying she's 25. She's a big breasted bimbo and that's all she ever will be. She's only after my father's money and tries sucking up to us. It's pretty sad.
"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes and I want you two to be nice to her and make her feel welcome" he stated with no tone in his voice. This made me scoff and fold my arms.
"However, if you do anything, to make her unwelcome, you'll be punished " he warned.
"Meaning?" I asked as I was getting bored already with him talking.
"You'll be shifted to Cameron, North Carolina…" he began but I had to cut him off with something he said that was offensive to me.
"Like a parcel?"
"…I didn't mean it like that but listen. You'll be going to stay with a foster family and going to school where you can receive a proper education for the semester" he finished. Say what? Cameron is like a rusty, country town with nothing to do what-so-ever. That's cruel punishment.
"The country town?" I asked shocked. He responded by nodding.
"Oh my god, no, no way. That isn't going to happen" I clearly stated. I am responsible and mature enough to make my own decisions. I'm practically nearly a grown up. A girl has to learn and speak for herself.
"Then don't mess it up" he shrugged. I sighed frustrated and walked out the door. He uses that threat every time he would think that I would do something bad and it never really happens. I headed over to Clarisse's bright yellow beetle like car. I opened the door took a seat.
"What took you so long?" Clarisse asked pulling out of the driveway. Clarisse had long blonde hair that went past her shoulders, light tanned, blue-green eyes, wearing a white tank top with a slogan reading 'BITCH' on the front, pink skirt and silver diamond high heels. She's popular at the school so is Sarah, Tina and of course, me. She is also rich.
"Dad was talking bullshit again" I replied as she drove off.
"Using that 'country town' threat?" Tina asked looking to her left. She had her sunglasses on. Tina had fair length, dark brown wavy hair, brown eyes and was tanned. She has attitude and she's the gossip queen at school. She was wearing a hot pink t-shirt with a picture of a crown on it, denim jeans and black high heels.
"Yep" I replied.
"No offence or anything but does your dad even know who you are?" Sarah asked. Sarah has black long hair that goes down to her waist but it was pulled back into a high ponytail, emerald eyes and light tanned. She's kind of an idiot, like dumb. She was wearing a bright blue t-shirt with a picture of a black and white kitten with 'TOO CUTE TO HANDLE' circling around it, white skirt with a studded skinny belt and matching bright blue heels.
And then there's me; hey I'm Kat. Just Kat. Mom and her ways of getting names. I have an olive fair complexion, shoulder length blonde hair and have blue-green eyes. I was wearing a red halter neck top, denim skirt and heels. Plain and simple.
"So what's the 411 with you today?" Tina asked as the wind was blowing through her hair.
"Dad's girlfriend is moving in today so I have to be back today by 3:00" I replied.
"Hmm…I think we should give her the proper Miami welcome" Clarisse suggested. That's what I like about Clarisse and her scheming ways. One time she posted flyers around the school saying Kellie was a 'nasty skank bitch' because Clarisse's boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on her with Kellie which resulted in a cat fight. I smirked since I knew where this was heading.
"What are you suggesting?" I asked.
"Brilliant. Just sheer brilliant" I said as we were sitting down eating lunch after hearing Clarisse suggestion, more like a scheme. We were all having sushi, salad etc.
"I knew you would like that" she spoke finishing her lunch and pushing the plate away that was in front of her. I looked over to see Sarah playing with her food like a five year old would and that made me look at her strangely. I then glanced my attention to Tina who was still eating; she was always to last to finish, and me, well when I tend to get hungry, I eat about half of it then I get full.
"Why aren't you eating?" Clarisse asked with a sort of worried look on her face. Clarisse isn't all that bad. She knows when one of her girlfriends is upset and she's there for them…sometimes. I responded to her question by shrugging my shoulders.
"Just not that hungry" I replied. She raised her eyebrow a little but shook it off.
"Whatever, it's not any of my business" she said and turned her head in another direction being anti-social. I looked down holding my stomach and taking a few deep breaths. Oh crap I feel like I'm gonna throw up. I reached for my bottle of water, twisting the already opened lid, brought it up to my lips and let the cold liquid slide down. I exhaled after drinking nearly half a bottle. I screwed the lid back on and placed it on the table in front of me.
We were now on the way to my house from the mall. The moving truck was parked on the side of the kerb next to the driveway. No sight of Rosemary anywhere. Clarisse pulled up into the driveway of my house and parked the car. Clarisse smirked as she stepped out of the car. We all looked at each other then stepped out after and followed her.
I managed to open the back of the truck almost making me fall over. I looked at my hands in disgust and grabbed a hand sanitizer from my Gucci bag and wiped my hands with them.
"Okay girls, get to work" Clarisse ordered.
"What did I tell you?" my father asked as he placed his head in his hand. Okay maybe Clarisse's scheming idea was what we didn't' have in mind. It was a huge mistake. Rosemary didn't look too happy either. Why should she care? What is she to me? Her eyes were staring down on me with her arms folded and her foot was tapping. I rolled my eyes and shrugged looking down. He sighed.
"You grabbed the boxes out of the back of the truck and chucked them in the pool, what have you got to say for yourself?" he asked looking up at me. Once again I shrugged.
"I don't know" I said. He sighed frustrated and rubbed his temple.
"I think you said apologize to Rosemary" he said with a raspy voice looking up at me.
"Why should I? What is she to me?" I asked a little agitated. Rosemary got fired up a little and unfolded her arms scoffing.
"I love your father very much and I think you should give me some respect! You are a very spoiled and rude girl!" she finally cracked. Is that all she's got?
"Thank you Rosemary. Would you like to prepare dinner?" my father asked looking at her.
"Of course I will darling" she replied walking over to him and pecked his cheek lightly. She gave me a tiny greasy as she walked past me and headed over to the door.
"Try not to poison us" I said smartass like. She scoffed as she opened the door and walked out closing the door behind her.
"Kat, be nice to her please. She's an emotionally wreck at the moment. Her ex-husband left her for his secretary, it was a big move for her today but you and your…friends…had to throw all her stuff into the pool" he spoke.
"Well dad, here is how I see it. She's not an emotionally wreck, she's a big breasted bimbo…" I began.
"Look who's talking" my brother Derrick sneered as he walked into the room.
"Shut up you freak! Go back to your dark corner where you belong" I shot back.
"Dad, mind if I go out?" Derrick asked ignoring my insulting comment. He nodded.
"Be back by dinner" he replied.
"Thanks dad" he said and turned around 'accidently' pushing past me mumbling bitch and walked out.
"Kat it's like you don't appreciate this family anymore after your mother died" he suddenly spoke.
Why did he have to drag mom into this? She died when I was eleven from a car accident. I miss her terribly and I try my best not to show it because I don't want people to think I'm a sook. I cry privately in a corner of my bedroom late at night looking at the picture of me and my mom at the front of the old house where we used to live. My father decided to move after she died because the house we were living in there was too painful because of the great memories that occurred there and I suppose he couldn't handle it so we moved.
"I…it…it has nothing to do with mom" I stuttered. I could feel the tears just welding in my eyes because I began to think about her. She was really gorgeous my mom was; dad said I was a complete resemblance of her. She had dark brown wavy hair that stops to her shoulders. Brown eyes and an olive complexion like mine. I naturally had blonde hair since I was born because of my father's side, but I mostly take after my mom's side. She was a wonderful person.
"I think it does" he stated softly. I sighed, my voice all shaky and I ran my hand through my hair as I could feel the warm tears running down my cheek and threw my arms up in the air in defeat.
"In fact, ever since your mother died you changed. You would get into trouble at school, get into fights…" he began before I cut him off because now he has stepped over the line.
"Well I'm sorry that mom's death has affected me so badly. Do you even remember mom? I would say no because you took all the pictures down of her because you couldn't handle it anymore you just want to forget about her!" I yelled finally breaking loose.
"Kat, that is not true…"
"Yes it is! Don't fucking lie to me it's all true! You just can't accept it. You're replacing mom with this fucking bimbo who is only after you for your money! Mom gave everything to all of us. Everything! You don't fucking appreciate the great things she did for us. Not one thing. You haven't even visited her grave at all since she died. Derrick and I do all the time!" I yelled.
"Don't tell me how to feel! I loved your mother from the day I set my eyes on her. I DO visit your mom's grave with every chance I get! I DO think about your mom everyday and will for the rest of my life!" he yelled face all red and could see the tears in his eyes. That shut me up right there. Fuck him.
"Fuck you!" I mumbled in a low dangerous tone with more tears streaming down my face and walked out slamming the door behind me and stormed off to my room. As soon as I got there and closed the door, I screamed so loud at the top of my lungs and destroyed anything I could get my hands on till I couldn't do it anymore and fell to my knees crying. I cried myself to sleep on the floor.