Chapter 6: Sweet Cindy
By Trixi: ENJOY PPLZ
"Hello?"
"Hi. This is Jonathan. Is Shawn there?"
"Yes, hold on."
Amy handed the phone to Shawn. "Hello?"
"Shawn? Is that you? You sound awful."
"No. I'm fine…really."
"I was calling 'cause I forgot something and wanted Mrs. Tailor to bring it over. She said you weren't there so I figured you'd be at Cory's."
"Yeah…so? Why do you worry so much about me? I'm fine."
"Okay…well, you don't sound too fine too me."
Shawn didn't say anything. He wanted to; his throat hurt too much. He wanted to tell Jon about everything that had happened…. about Cindy, the Tailors…everything. But he couldn't.
"Bye." He said wearily and hung up.
Knock-knock-knock. A deafening pound on the door made Duffie flinch. She opened the door, still in her robe. Amy and Shawn were at the doorway. "Well," Duffie said, her voice as bitter as the night air. "If it isn't the little runaway. Thought you could fool me, eh? Not me, I said. I'm getting my full pay. I certainly will. Over my dead body…"
"Hold on," Amy said, leading Shawn into the coldness of the room. "FULL PAY??? Jonathan told Shawn…"
"Oh, zip it, lady."
"Hey," Shawn retorted. "You can't talk to a Matthew like that! Not while I'M here."
Duffie smacked his face. "Don't you give me that tone, you rotten boy!" Shawn cringed.
Amy grabbed Shawn and nearly dragged him out of the apartment. "Are you ok?" she asked before giving him a hug. "Don't worry, I'll call Jon and tell him what happened. I've seen her type. They fake their identities for money."
"Thanks…a lot." Shawn said.
KEEP READING…IF YOU LIKE THE STORY THAT IS!:~)
By Trixi: ENJOY PPLZ
"Hello?"
"Hi. This is Jonathan. Is Shawn there?"
"Yes, hold on."
Amy handed the phone to Shawn. "Hello?"
"Shawn? Is that you? You sound awful."
"No. I'm fine…really."
"I was calling 'cause I forgot something and wanted Mrs. Tailor to bring it over. She said you weren't there so I figured you'd be at Cory's."
"Yeah…so? Why do you worry so much about me? I'm fine."
"Okay…well, you don't sound too fine too me."
Shawn didn't say anything. He wanted to; his throat hurt too much. He wanted to tell Jon about everything that had happened…. about Cindy, the Tailors…everything. But he couldn't.
"Bye." He said wearily and hung up.
Knock-knock-knock. A deafening pound on the door made Duffie flinch. She opened the door, still in her robe. Amy and Shawn were at the doorway. "Well," Duffie said, her voice as bitter as the night air. "If it isn't the little runaway. Thought you could fool me, eh? Not me, I said. I'm getting my full pay. I certainly will. Over my dead body…"
"Hold on," Amy said, leading Shawn into the coldness of the room. "FULL PAY??? Jonathan told Shawn…"
"Oh, zip it, lady."
"Hey," Shawn retorted. "You can't talk to a Matthew like that! Not while I'M here."
Duffie smacked his face. "Don't you give me that tone, you rotten boy!" Shawn cringed.
Amy grabbed Shawn and nearly dragged him out of the apartment. "Are you ok?" she asked before giving him a hug. "Don't worry, I'll call Jon and tell him what happened. I've seen her type. They fake their identities for money."
"Thanks…a lot." Shawn said.
KEEP READING…IF YOU LIKE THE STORY THAT IS!:~)