*~* Feel free to send me hate mail for not updating for so so so so so
sooooo long! But before people bring out their baseball bats please
remember I'm little and can't run very fast, hehe just joking, but
hopefully the next chapter will be up in the next two weeks as from
tomorrow I have my last year 12 half yearly exam Biology argh! I wish I'd
spent more time listening to the teacher than drawing pictures of Jay and
Silent Bob. Anyway, also I'm sorry about the unfunniness in this chapter,
its pretty boring it just pretty hectic but mostly boring stuff swishing in
my head at the moment with all the exams and stuff. But I really better go
and study now I have a feeling I won't do to good. I hope you like the
chapter and sorry again for updating slower than a snail. *~*
Goddess of Silent Tears, Thea101, Castra, hopefully some answers of Rashel's pregnancy will be answered in the next chapter. Turns out she's actually carrying Timmy's baby, just kidding, or am I..... Hmmmm
Jez 1818, I hope you like year 9, that was probably my favorite year in school, have fun!
Vampire Queen 21, I hope you like this chapter, there's a teeny bit of one of James's and Phillips's more adventurous bedroom tales. Hehe.
Jez101, I'm not to sure this chapter was worth the wait this time. Enjoy hopefully.
Shadow 23, I'm so glad you liked the Phillip and James thing. There's a short appearance of James in this chapter, but sadly no Phillip.
Hope you enjoy the chapter that I like to call chapter 4!
Chapter Four
Morgead drove slowly along the Las Vegas strip, his glassy black eyes reflecting all the colourful, bright lights that lit up the casinos. He sighed as he pulled into a shady looking alleyway. He reached over and pulled out the bottom of his glove box, revealing his secret hiding place, which held $5,000 in notes. He took the three crisp wads of cash and placed it in the inside pocket of his black leather jacket. Just as he was getting out of the car, he caught a glace of himself in the rear view mirror. He ran his hands through his thick inky hair, trying to make himself look respectful and not like he had spent the night sleeping in the backseat of his car. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and pinched his cheeks to try and make his face less pale, he picked up that trick from watching Jez while she was putting on makeup. His heart sank at the thought of her and he was filled with guilt. "It's just one last time, and imagine how happy she'll be when I bring home all the money, I'm doing the right thing," he murmured trying to reassure himself, "I'm doing the right thing."
He locked his car and made his way over to a bolted down rusty door. He let out a long breath and knocked on the door, the top panel slid back and two brown beady eyes looked him over, then it slid close just as fast. The door slowly creaked open, and Morgead walked in. A big muscled guy shut the door, "They're out back," he pointed in the direction behind Morgead where cigar smoke was wafting out, "Do you have the fee?"
Morgead touched the inside of his jacket, "Yeah I got it." He walked into the dim room, where four guys were sitting around a round green velvet table, which was covered in casino chips and playing cards. Morgead took the empty chair completing a circle of five. The guy shuffling the cards gave Morgead a look over and didn't look too impressed by what he saw. Morgead nervously pulled put his five grand from his pocket and placed it on the table, the dealer nodded his approval. "It's straight up poker here, no go fish or snap. You're playing in the big time now son. Do you think you can handle all that?"
Morgead gulped as he tried to regain his cool, "Sure I can." The dealer nodded, and flashed him a smile exposing one golden tooth in his mouth, "You're in, for now. But don't say I didn't warn you."
Morgead looked around the room, and then at his cards, "Hit me." **************************************************************************** *****************
James sat at the large dining room table waiting for Poppy to show up. He fiddled with the red and white checked serviette, it reminded him of when Phillip dressed up as a farmer on their anniversary, NOW THAT WAS A GOOD KINKY TIME, James thought.
Poppy brought him out of his happy memory, by her annoying cough she did whenever she wanted someone to notice her. James rolled his eyes and looked at her. She had gone all out to get ready, she had on a beautiful emerald green dress that hovered around her like a second skin, and she had separated all of her auburn curls and polished them with about three coats of hair spray and other hair products. Her makeup was flawless, and for a moment James felt attracted to her. His latter feeling quickly disintegrated as soon as Poppy opened her mouth. "Look at you, you're in board shorts and thongs! I thought you wanted to take me out to dinner. Oh I get it, I'm not important enough for you to get dressed up for. Your lack of respect for me is disgusting. My days are numbered and the last few precious moments that I have left are being filled with you humiliating and whining to me. Is this how you want me to spend what little time left I have on this earth, with that sort of attitude? I just don't know what to do with you."
James groaned, he wanted to just walk away and leave her there but he knew he couldn't. He swallowed his pride and pulled out a chair for Poppy to sit on.
"Well at least you didn't forget your manners." She grumbled.
James forced a smile on his face looking upwards at the roof. He sat down opposite Poppy but was hesitant to get closer to the table.
"Oh what now? Have I got cooties or something and you can't even bear to be near me." She glared daggers at James.
"No I was just admiring how beautiful you look tonight," James smiled, "I cooked you dinner, I hope you like Lasagna, I made it especially for you. It should be ready by now, you wait here I'll go get it." James stood up and walked to the kitchen, "I hope you choke on it." He said under his breath.
He was bringing the food out when he heard Poppy scream, James smiled and prepared himself to look surprised when her saw her dead body on the floor.
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Ash had decided he needed to get out of the mansion for a while, he needed to clear his head, and plus the chance of running into Rashel was just too big. As he turned down the hallway he almost ran straight into Quinn.
"Quinn!" Ash squeaked.
"Ash, buddy, you should watch where your going, you could hurt yourself."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll just get out of your way now."
"No, wait," Quinn grabbed Ash's arm, "I'm glad I did run into you, I wanted to ask you something."
"Ask me something," Ash gulped, "You know I'm not a very smart guy, maybe you should ask somebody else."
"No, I wanted to ask you about Rashel."
"Rashel?" Ash's voice squeaky voice had sounded like he had been kicked in the balls. "What about Rashel?"
"I wanna know what happened last night when I wasn't here?" Quinn's voice sounded a little gruff.
"Why are you asking me exactly?" Ash asked cautiously.
"It's just Rashel's been acting really weird today and I just wanted to know if anything happened last night to make her act this way?"
Ash tried to looked confused, and as a blonde it came naturally, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
A menacing glare passed Quinn's face but was quickly replaced with a smile, "Yeah I guess its just chick stuff, she's probably still mad at me for leaving. You know how they get." Quinn mistook Ash's expression as a sign of loneliness "Oh, sorry man. That was really stupid of me, I didn't even think." Ash was once again confused but this time it was legitimate. "You know, you and Mary Lynette. It must be hard for you. You must get pretty lonely sometimes. I don't know what I would do with out Rashel." Quinn continued, "Anyway, I'll catch you later, and thanks for looking out for Rashel for me while I was away, you're a pal."
Ash grimaced, "Anytime." He let out a sigh of relief, WHAT MORE CAN HAPPEN, he thought as he reached the mansions front doors and pulled open the heavy wooden doors, to find a some what familiar face standing before him.
"Mary Lynette!"
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Goddess of Silent Tears, Thea101, Castra, hopefully some answers of Rashel's pregnancy will be answered in the next chapter. Turns out she's actually carrying Timmy's baby, just kidding, or am I..... Hmmmm
Jez 1818, I hope you like year 9, that was probably my favorite year in school, have fun!
Vampire Queen 21, I hope you like this chapter, there's a teeny bit of one of James's and Phillips's more adventurous bedroom tales. Hehe.
Jez101, I'm not to sure this chapter was worth the wait this time. Enjoy hopefully.
Shadow 23, I'm so glad you liked the Phillip and James thing. There's a short appearance of James in this chapter, but sadly no Phillip.
Hope you enjoy the chapter that I like to call chapter 4!
Chapter Four
Morgead drove slowly along the Las Vegas strip, his glassy black eyes reflecting all the colourful, bright lights that lit up the casinos. He sighed as he pulled into a shady looking alleyway. He reached over and pulled out the bottom of his glove box, revealing his secret hiding place, which held $5,000 in notes. He took the three crisp wads of cash and placed it in the inside pocket of his black leather jacket. Just as he was getting out of the car, he caught a glace of himself in the rear view mirror. He ran his hands through his thick inky hair, trying to make himself look respectful and not like he had spent the night sleeping in the backseat of his car. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and pinched his cheeks to try and make his face less pale, he picked up that trick from watching Jez while she was putting on makeup. His heart sank at the thought of her and he was filled with guilt. "It's just one last time, and imagine how happy she'll be when I bring home all the money, I'm doing the right thing," he murmured trying to reassure himself, "I'm doing the right thing."
He locked his car and made his way over to a bolted down rusty door. He let out a long breath and knocked on the door, the top panel slid back and two brown beady eyes looked him over, then it slid close just as fast. The door slowly creaked open, and Morgead walked in. A big muscled guy shut the door, "They're out back," he pointed in the direction behind Morgead where cigar smoke was wafting out, "Do you have the fee?"
Morgead touched the inside of his jacket, "Yeah I got it." He walked into the dim room, where four guys were sitting around a round green velvet table, which was covered in casino chips and playing cards. Morgead took the empty chair completing a circle of five. The guy shuffling the cards gave Morgead a look over and didn't look too impressed by what he saw. Morgead nervously pulled put his five grand from his pocket and placed it on the table, the dealer nodded his approval. "It's straight up poker here, no go fish or snap. You're playing in the big time now son. Do you think you can handle all that?"
Morgead gulped as he tried to regain his cool, "Sure I can." The dealer nodded, and flashed him a smile exposing one golden tooth in his mouth, "You're in, for now. But don't say I didn't warn you."
Morgead looked around the room, and then at his cards, "Hit me." **************************************************************************** *****************
James sat at the large dining room table waiting for Poppy to show up. He fiddled with the red and white checked serviette, it reminded him of when Phillip dressed up as a farmer on their anniversary, NOW THAT WAS A GOOD KINKY TIME, James thought.
Poppy brought him out of his happy memory, by her annoying cough she did whenever she wanted someone to notice her. James rolled his eyes and looked at her. She had gone all out to get ready, she had on a beautiful emerald green dress that hovered around her like a second skin, and she had separated all of her auburn curls and polished them with about three coats of hair spray and other hair products. Her makeup was flawless, and for a moment James felt attracted to her. His latter feeling quickly disintegrated as soon as Poppy opened her mouth. "Look at you, you're in board shorts and thongs! I thought you wanted to take me out to dinner. Oh I get it, I'm not important enough for you to get dressed up for. Your lack of respect for me is disgusting. My days are numbered and the last few precious moments that I have left are being filled with you humiliating and whining to me. Is this how you want me to spend what little time left I have on this earth, with that sort of attitude? I just don't know what to do with you."
James groaned, he wanted to just walk away and leave her there but he knew he couldn't. He swallowed his pride and pulled out a chair for Poppy to sit on.
"Well at least you didn't forget your manners." She grumbled.
James forced a smile on his face looking upwards at the roof. He sat down opposite Poppy but was hesitant to get closer to the table.
"Oh what now? Have I got cooties or something and you can't even bear to be near me." She glared daggers at James.
"No I was just admiring how beautiful you look tonight," James smiled, "I cooked you dinner, I hope you like Lasagna, I made it especially for you. It should be ready by now, you wait here I'll go get it." James stood up and walked to the kitchen, "I hope you choke on it." He said under his breath.
He was bringing the food out when he heard Poppy scream, James smiled and prepared himself to look surprised when her saw her dead body on the floor.
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Ash had decided he needed to get out of the mansion for a while, he needed to clear his head, and plus the chance of running into Rashel was just too big. As he turned down the hallway he almost ran straight into Quinn.
"Quinn!" Ash squeaked.
"Ash, buddy, you should watch where your going, you could hurt yourself."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll just get out of your way now."
"No, wait," Quinn grabbed Ash's arm, "I'm glad I did run into you, I wanted to ask you something."
"Ask me something," Ash gulped, "You know I'm not a very smart guy, maybe you should ask somebody else."
"No, I wanted to ask you about Rashel."
"Rashel?" Ash's voice squeaky voice had sounded like he had been kicked in the balls. "What about Rashel?"
"I wanna know what happened last night when I wasn't here?" Quinn's voice sounded a little gruff.
"Why are you asking me exactly?" Ash asked cautiously.
"It's just Rashel's been acting really weird today and I just wanted to know if anything happened last night to make her act this way?"
Ash tried to looked confused, and as a blonde it came naturally, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
A menacing glare passed Quinn's face but was quickly replaced with a smile, "Yeah I guess its just chick stuff, she's probably still mad at me for leaving. You know how they get." Quinn mistook Ash's expression as a sign of loneliness "Oh, sorry man. That was really stupid of me, I didn't even think." Ash was once again confused but this time it was legitimate. "You know, you and Mary Lynette. It must be hard for you. You must get pretty lonely sometimes. I don't know what I would do with out Rashel." Quinn continued, "Anyway, I'll catch you later, and thanks for looking out for Rashel for me while I was away, you're a pal."
Ash grimaced, "Anytime." He let out a sigh of relief, WHAT MORE CAN HAPPEN, he thought as he reached the mansions front doors and pulled open the heavy wooden doors, to find a some what familiar face standing before him.
"Mary Lynette!"
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