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A/N: Sorry about the long delay. I already have the end worked out but I was having issues with this chapter. This one was inspired by miss-suga13. Ehm... I don't mean that in the she-acts-like-Marissa kind of way, because intellectually, she's the exact opposite. I mean that her fic inspired me.
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Fuckity fuck freakity freak. Damn. According to my watch, it's almost 3:30am. Lord, it's been a long ass night. What the fuck! What is wrong with my damn mother? Hello, according to my studies, the gold digging heartless bitch is supposed to be coming down here about now.
Goodness she's being watching me like a hawk and I just wish she'd turn her face away and train her beetle-looking eyes on her crusty Viagra-popping bankroller. Ha! Bankroller is like the dumbest word in history. Like, who da fuck came up with it? Does he fucking roll the bank? Or roll money? I mean who in their right mind would keep a money roll? So stupid. You're supposed to keep money in a clip because the metal makes it stronger. Dummies. Or maybe it means that he has a role in the bank as the bank manager? The people who come up with all these words are so damn foolish. Ninnies. Which reminds me, I miss my Nanny… oh, na na na na na na na na na na na na na … oh, I love that song! Luke and I danced to it at our fourth grade dance. Boy was his dick hard. Not that I can blame him or anything. Heck, if I had a dick, I'd get hard at a glimpse of my reflection.
Where was I? Yeah, my Lucifer's-wife-cold-fish-of-a-mother won't let me be. She keeps staring at me, trying to force me to eat. Hello, pasta sucks! Only a deranged lunatic would it that crap. She needs to quit being jealous. Excuse me Sumo Wrestler, I can eat whatever I like and stay this way, so shut up and step off my clit! You know what she told our maid? She told her that she has to inspect my plate whenever I come to drop it in the kitchen. Yes, I have to carry my stupid plate to the kitchen after every meal -something to do with learning to take care of myself. It just wastes my time, time that could be spent doing more productive stuff like administering to the poor but whatever. I just don't get it - these things are so obvious to me, but parents lack sense. Plus it's like, moron, what so special about clearing my own plate? You're freaking paying the maid, whatever her name is; Linda, Betty, Rose, whatever. All those names sound alike, I mean I've only known her for two years so am I supposed to take time out of my busy schedule to learn her name? It's not like it benefits me in any way. Jeez. Anyway, so now I just dump all the food under a cabinet before I show it to her. Yeah, yeah, I rock! No one can hold me down.
So anyway, I was online, surfing the other day for a Days of Our Lives gift pack to send to Ryan when I came across a website about the Salem Witch Trials and it's like that's the perfect punishment for Bully for, well, obvious reasons. So after everyone went to bed, I crept down the stairs and poured an entire bottle of oil on the floor and spread it around. And I have a lighter in my hand. I know that my Mom always comes to the kitchen for a midnight snack, i.e. some sugar free Jello so when she steps into the kitchen, I am going to drop the lighter and watch the bitch burn.
I've been here for over two hou... Eeeeek! Mommy!! I need my Mommy! Guess what I just saw? A mouse! Or was it a rat? Damn it was huge, it must be a mouse! Because only mice can be so big and ugly! What the fuck? How come there are mice in this house? What the fuck? We don't even eat cheese in this house because Mr. Wrinkled can't have any. So why the hell!
Shit, it's crawling over. Oh, Caleb please help me! God what I am going to do? Fuck I need to run! But where? Shit, if I run further into the pantry, I'm going to be trapped and the mouse can come and kill me. I better run into the kitchen. The fucking Jane or whatever her name is must be sneaking cheese into the house. I am going to have to report her to my mother - we cannot tolerate such incompetence in this house.
Fuck, it's so dark but I know where the door is. O.K… one, two, three, RUN! Yeah, I'm fre... what da hell? The floor is so slippery! This Angela twerp needs to be fired. Doesn't she know that she's supposed to clean up before she goes to bed? Oh gosh, I can't control my feet! Damn, it won't stay in one spot, it keeps sliding. Okay, don't panic, Marissa -you're better than that. No one comes up with better plans than you - heck, it's something you're known for. Deep breath. Yeah, that's better. Think, numskull, think. Okay got it. I'm going to reach for something to steady my self. Yikes! Someone, poke me in the butt -there's nothing for me to hold on to. Shit, I'm falling… gosh, I've shut my eyes, maybe if I don't see anything it won't hurt. Fuck, I'm freaking falling… Lord! I'm on the floor. Shit, my chin hurts. Oh, no, I think I can taste blood. And is that a tooth on my tongue?
Oh my God, someone's coming! I need to hide, I need to hide… damn… I need to move. Goodness. Every time I try to move, I fall right back! Jennifer, your ass is mine! By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you never accepted this job with my mother- empty headed freak.
I can hear someone playing with the door knob. The door has been cracked open. From the light out there, I can see a hand hitting the light switch. God, let it be Franca, let it be her! No! Why God? I'm not like those annoying people that pray to you everyday! I just pray when I need something, so why can't you just help me out once in a while? I'm not asking a lot! Grr!
My mother is staring at me. "Marissa, what's going on?"
"Nothing."
"What are you doing down there?"
"I'm looking for some toothpaste."
A/N: Sorry about the long delay. I already have the end worked out but I was having issues with this chapter. This one was inspired by miss-suga13. Ehm... I don't mean that in the she-acts-like-Marissa kind of way, because intellectually, she's the exact opposite. I mean that her fic inspired me.
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Fuckity fuck freakity freak. Damn. According to my watch, it's almost 3:30am. Lord, it's been a long ass night. What the fuck! What is wrong with my damn mother? Hello, according to my studies, the gold digging heartless bitch is supposed to be coming down here about now.
Goodness she's being watching me like a hawk and I just wish she'd turn her face away and train her beetle-looking eyes on her crusty Viagra-popping bankroller. Ha! Bankroller is like the dumbest word in history. Like, who da fuck came up with it? Does he fucking roll the bank? Or roll money? I mean who in their right mind would keep a money roll? So stupid. You're supposed to keep money in a clip because the metal makes it stronger. Dummies. Or maybe it means that he has a role in the bank as the bank manager? The people who come up with all these words are so damn foolish. Ninnies. Which reminds me, I miss my Nanny… oh, na na na na na na na na na na na na na … oh, I love that song! Luke and I danced to it at our fourth grade dance. Boy was his dick hard. Not that I can blame him or anything. Heck, if I had a dick, I'd get hard at a glimpse of my reflection.
Where was I? Yeah, my Lucifer's-wife-cold-fish-of-a-mother won't let me be. She keeps staring at me, trying to force me to eat. Hello, pasta sucks! Only a deranged lunatic would it that crap. She needs to quit being jealous. Excuse me Sumo Wrestler, I can eat whatever I like and stay this way, so shut up and step off my clit! You know what she told our maid? She told her that she has to inspect my plate whenever I come to drop it in the kitchen. Yes, I have to carry my stupid plate to the kitchen after every meal -something to do with learning to take care of myself. It just wastes my time, time that could be spent doing more productive stuff like administering to the poor but whatever. I just don't get it - these things are so obvious to me, but parents lack sense. Plus it's like, moron, what so special about clearing my own plate? You're freaking paying the maid, whatever her name is; Linda, Betty, Rose, whatever. All those names sound alike, I mean I've only known her for two years so am I supposed to take time out of my busy schedule to learn her name? It's not like it benefits me in any way. Jeez. Anyway, so now I just dump all the food under a cabinet before I show it to her. Yeah, yeah, I rock! No one can hold me down.
So anyway, I was online, surfing the other day for a Days of Our Lives gift pack to send to Ryan when I came across a website about the Salem Witch Trials and it's like that's the perfect punishment for Bully for, well, obvious reasons. So after everyone went to bed, I crept down the stairs and poured an entire bottle of oil on the floor and spread it around. And I have a lighter in my hand. I know that my Mom always comes to the kitchen for a midnight snack, i.e. some sugar free Jello so when she steps into the kitchen, I am going to drop the lighter and watch the bitch burn.
I've been here for over two hou... Eeeeek! Mommy!! I need my Mommy! Guess what I just saw? A mouse! Or was it a rat? Damn it was huge, it must be a mouse! Because only mice can be so big and ugly! What the fuck? How come there are mice in this house? What the fuck? We don't even eat cheese in this house because Mr. Wrinkled can't have any. So why the hell!
Shit, it's crawling over. Oh, Caleb please help me! God what I am going to do? Fuck I need to run! But where? Shit, if I run further into the pantry, I'm going to be trapped and the mouse can come and kill me. I better run into the kitchen. The fucking Jane or whatever her name is must be sneaking cheese into the house. I am going to have to report her to my mother - we cannot tolerate such incompetence in this house.
Fuck, it's so dark but I know where the door is. O.K… one, two, three, RUN! Yeah, I'm fre... what da hell? The floor is so slippery! This Angela twerp needs to be fired. Doesn't she know that she's supposed to clean up before she goes to bed? Oh gosh, I can't control my feet! Damn, it won't stay in one spot, it keeps sliding. Okay, don't panic, Marissa -you're better than that. No one comes up with better plans than you - heck, it's something you're known for. Deep breath. Yeah, that's better. Think, numskull, think. Okay got it. I'm going to reach for something to steady my self. Yikes! Someone, poke me in the butt -there's nothing for me to hold on to. Shit, I'm falling… gosh, I've shut my eyes, maybe if I don't see anything it won't hurt. Fuck, I'm freaking falling… Lord! I'm on the floor. Shit, my chin hurts. Oh, no, I think I can taste blood. And is that a tooth on my tongue?
Oh my God, someone's coming! I need to hide, I need to hide… damn… I need to move. Goodness. Every time I try to move, I fall right back! Jennifer, your ass is mine! By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you never accepted this job with my mother- empty headed freak.
I can hear someone playing with the door knob. The door has been cracked open. From the light out there, I can see a hand hitting the light switch. God, let it be Franca, let it be her! No! Why God? I'm not like those annoying people that pray to you everyday! I just pray when I need something, so why can't you just help me out once in a while? I'm not asking a lot! Grr!
My mother is staring at me. "Marissa, what's going on?"
"Nothing."
"What are you doing down there?"
"I'm looking for some toothpaste."