Revenge of the Bloody Mad Girl

As they just got out of the mall, Catherine was again capable of speech. "What are you guys doing? He didn't violate me! He just…just…"

"Just what Catherine?" asked Melissa. "You can tell us."

"He broke up with me. He said he has a girlfriend, and he loves her and all I did was nag him!"

Ashley and Melissa stared at Catherine incredulously, and broke out into laughter.

"There's nothing funny about it!"

"Oh well, Catherine. There's nothing we can do. He's probably in a meeting with some security guards right now."

"Well, sir, first off we'd like to see some identification."

The room was dark and dreary. As Will handed his driver's license to the guard, he thought that the effect was actually a little over dramatic for the "crime" he had committed; he hadn't killed anyone, stolen anything, or even violated anyone. Stupid Ashley and her immediate response to anyone in "danger".

"Sir!"

"Yes, sir."

"You've committed a very serious offense."

"I didn't do anything, sir, I swear! I know those girls personally; I'm a friend of the family. Their father demanded that I "supervise" them, and make sure they avoid people who commit crimes like the one you're accusing me of."

"Supervise?"

"Not in any other meaning of the word than its proper one!"

"You know the father of the girl in question?" spoke up the second guard.

"Well, not her father, but the father of her friends that were with her."

"We're going to need that number."

Just as the girls walked in the door, the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" screamed Melissa.

"Fine, you win this time, but I'll be back!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hello?" answered Melissa sweetly.

Ashley walked over to the fridge and spied a note, stuck on the door. The top part was held up by a beer-magnet, the bottom by a carrot-magnet.

"Hello, is your father there?"

"No, he's not here at the moment. He's actually…" she held the phone up to her chest and mouthed to Ashley "Where is he?"

Ashley held up the note and Melissa read it quickly. "…on a business trip, at the moment. May I take a message?"

"Well, we've got a Mr. Turner here, concerning an event that happened about half-an-hour ago. We wanted to verify, does he know your father?"

"As a matter of fact, he does. Is that all?"

"Is the girl in question present with you?"

"She is."

"Could you please put her on the phone?"

Melissa was sure that somewhere in the same vicinity as the guy on the phone, Will was banging his head on something, anything within 10 feet of him. But she did as she was told. She passed on the phone to Catherine, who had no idea what was going on.

"Hello. Are you the girl in question?"

"I do question myself, both my being and my sanity, sometimes. Yes. Is this a survey or something?"

After a short silence…

"I wanted to ask you about what happened, this afternoon?"

"Oh, yeah, that…well…he tried to br…ibe me. He said that he would pay me, to be his girlfriend, and go to…um…clubs with him, to show off to his friends. Yeah, that's it!"

The guard stared sternly at Will.

"Would you be alright with speaking to him now? To help set things straight between the two of you? Because you might not see him for a while, what with all the community service he's going to be doing."

Will was motioning with his hands, waving them, mouthing "NO NO NO!" and pleading with the officers.

"What did she say?" he asked the guard.

The guard held up the phone to his chest and told Will severely "You were trying to bribe her to be your girlfriend and bring her to clubs."

"No I didn't!"

The guard took no notice and waited for Catherine's response.

"Yes, please. If…it'll help set things straight." she said hoarsely through fake sobs.

The guard handed the phone over to Will, who grabbed it rather impatiently. He had never been this mad at anyone or anything, including the time when his rabbit had chewed a hole into his favorite pair of bunny slippers. Pure irony.

"Listen, when I get out of this mess, I'm going to find you and…!"

"That's enough!" the guard said authoritatively, yanking the phone out of Will's hands, and speaking to Catherine once again.

"I'm very sorry for this inconvenience, ma'am."

"That's alright."

"Thank you very much for your help. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Back at 113069 Scallywag lane, (or so the girls called it), Catherine hung up the phone. Melissa and Ashley stared at her with their arms crossed, and their brows furrowed.

"That wasn't very nice, you know."

"Oh, it's just a little joke. Nothing's going to go wrong. Where's your dad, by the way?"

"Business trip. But I'm worried."

"Why?"

"Well, our dad is self employed, as a conman. Maybe he got into trouble."

"Well, where's your mom?"

"She went with him."

Ashley looked at Melissa. "You think that Dad's in trouble, something to do with work? Like he conned some guys and they're holding him hostage, or he's been arrested?"

"Could be."

"Or," interjected Catherine "maybe they're secret government spies, trying to save the world! Or maybe they're being held hostage by aliens that want to experiment and find out why their brains are so much more advanced than ours!"

"Yep. Catherine and her conspiracies again." said Ashley, picking some wax out of her ear.

"Anything's possible." rebutted Catherine.

"But not to that extremity!"

"Let's just wait until morning to do anything, alright?" said Melissa.

A/N: If anyone finds this overly creepy, please tell me. Because my mom read it, and though she liked it, hoped that the actions of the characters, myself included, and situations in which they took part in resolved themselves. Particularly when I told her the supposed ages of said characters. I wrote this in March or something, but I'm only sending it in now. In any case, constructive criticism or even just a friendly hello is greatly appreciated. Thanks!