Queen of Ipswich

The Sequel of Daughter of Ipswich

The Glass Slipper

Co-Writer: cthrnwrites


Previously:

Pogue Parry P.O.V.

But I heard footsteps, the first out of all of us. I opened my eyes and found it to be Caleb. Caleb was heading over towards the garage door, cell phone pressed against the side of his head. "Tyler…Tyler, when you get back here, I need to borrow your car. I need to get to Celeste."

An involuntary smirk plopped across my lips.

Despite the fact he had bruises already developing upon his skin, and I had a nice bruise on my cheek, my words must have made more of an imprint. He was going to right his wrongs and try to fix things with my sister.

The only problem I feared for him was…my little sister may be too stubborn, like me, to take him back.

Caleb began dialing another number, and instantly I heard his voice shrill," Let me talk to her! Please!"


Clueless

Celeste Parry P.O.V.

Pathetically, I pushed another scoop of cookie dough ice cream into my mouth as I lounged across Kate's bed watching Cher, in the movie Clueless, wander about shopping with her best friend and bicthing about life.

It was something I would have normally done. But…I just couldn't gather the strength to find a way to leave the Tunney home.

Even Kate's mother had given me sympathy, surprisingly, and went out to the store and bought me and Kate tons of junk food and rented a few chick flicks, just to help me cope.

But it wasn't working too well. All I had accomplished so far was eating nearly half of a tub of ice cream, a whole bag of gummy bears, bag of flavored chips, six cans of root beer, and the need to suddenly vomit after eating so much for no good reason.

Kate though on the other hand seemed to be having a ball as she lay across her stomach watching the TV as she stuffed herself with her second bag of Puff Popcorn.

Miserably, I closed my eyes and murmured," What am I going to go, Kate?"

She instantly paused in her eating and smiles, as if I had broken a major rule. She then rolled onto her back and told me firmly," You aren't going to do anything. If the dude loves you so much, he'll go and find you or call you. And until he does, you have nothing to do but think of ways your life will be better without him."

"But I don't want to live without him…" I pointed out to her, with a wave of my spoon. "And I don't want him to get the feeling that I don't want him anymore."

Kate rolled her eyes and muttered," Well…it always works with Pogue. Once he's blown off enough steam, he'll call back and apologize, even though half the time I know I am the one who needs to apologize. Then we are back to normal."

"Normal…" I thought to myself for a moment. What would normal be for me? Would it be being completely honest with everyone? Pretending to be honest, and keeping a few lies? Chase still alive and distracting me? Chase being officially dead? Me spending the rest of my life with Caleb? Or me spending the rest of my life in the arms of some other man?

Then as if Kate's theory was a layout given to her directly from God, my cell phone began to ring. Caleb's smiling face looked up at both me and Kate.

I lurched forward to grab it, but Kate beat me, and rolled herself off the bed and in a heap of chunk food, blankets, pillows, and trash she finally landed. And answered my phone.

"Kate Tunney speaking." She spoke in a kind, high pitched voice, as if she was my personal sectary.

Instantly though her face scrunched up in distaste, but with that same tone of voice she questioned," To whom do you need to speak with?"

I gave out a frustrated sigh and watched as her lips pulled into a wicked smirk," I'm sorry, Caleb, but you can't talk directly with her right now. She's currently wallowing and slowly committing suicide by eating as much crap as she can while watching trashy movies." Then she giggled," But I could always take a message for you."

Her face scrunched up again, and she scolded into the phone, instantly making me wince for the pain Caleb's ear must have been taking," Listen here, Danvers, she doesn't want to talk to you. She knows she said some things she didn't want to say, but you obviously needed to hear them, if it made her blow up like that!" She swallowed in a deep breath," And to be honest, if you can get her worked up in the kind of hysterics she was in for the past morning then you don't deserve to talk to her."

Her face instantly smoothed out, and she seemed to be listening hard. But her eyes were pointed up towards me, as if she was about ready to relay everything Caleb was saying to her back to me.

Then just as quickly as she simmered down, she went red hot again. "Don't you dare drag Pogue into this! This is none of his damn business!" Then violently she hung up, and threw my cell phone onto her bed, making it bounce slightly.

I looked at her in question; scared to ask her what was making her fume.

"He threatened me by saying that he would get Pogue involved, and that I had no part in this-because I didn't understand it!" She gave out a feverish breath, while she crawled back up onto the bed. "I hate men. All men are bastards."

But my cell phone began to ring again. It was Caleb again. Then Kate's cell phone began to ring. It was my brother. They were tag teaming us.

Without hesitation Kate grabbed both phones and put them on silent, leaving them on the middle of the bed (so we could see who had called, in case it was someone other than Pogue and Caleb).

Then she looked back up at me, and studied my face for a moment.

And in that instant I felt so ill-equipped. I felt…clueless. I didn't seem to understand these boys anymore, nor did I completely understand Kate. She had just told me to answer the phone when he called and take him back. But she had just turned him away.

I just stubbornly forced another scoop of ice-cream down my throat, but it burned against my throat as it went down. Within a blink of a eye, I knew I was gonna throw up.

I lurched off the bed and ran to Kate's private bathroom. I was gonna blow at any second.

My god…I was so fucking clueless, even when it came to how much junk food I could handle and how much I couldn't. I hate to admit it but at times....I was Cher.