Wow! It's been a el long time since I've worked on this! And I'm so sorry to my readers! (if there are any left) lot's of things have come up.

So, sorry, and here's my new update!

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Chapter 9

Hell

The rest of the day was a blur. I remember going to Rachel Stalin house, I remember her crying and tying to comfort me (I guess I did look a wreak), I remember Katherine's pouting and whining as she heard that I would be staying with them, but that's all. And at sometime I guess I ended up going to sleep because I awoke in the 'not so much comfort' of Katherine's bedroom. There was an extra bed pulled in there for me to sleep on, and an extra dresser for my stuff.

I heard voices coming from the kitchen, or really, I heard Katherine's whining about me, and her mother's muffled pleads for her to just be nice. "But mom, it's not fair! The old hag chokes and now we're stuck with the little bitch! I hate her! I don't wanna share my house with her! Let alone my room!" and on she went, moaning and complaining, " I can't believe this! And why does she get to stay home? She didn't even like her mother! Nobody did! I should be the one staying home! I mean I'm the one that has to go through sharing a room with that thing!" "now honey, please. Just give this a try. Look, you can both stay home. In fact I think it'll be a great time for you two to get to know each other. See, it'll all be fine!" What a spoiled little brat, I thought to myself bitterly. "No way am I gonna be in the same room as that Whore! Forget it! I'll be in the pool area sunbathing, thank-you-very-much!" Was I just referred to as a 'whore' by Katherine? I couldn't help but feel a slight amused by that. She must really have nothing to call me.

And that's how most the day went. She stayed outside or in any room away from me. And I was just fin with that. They had a pretty big house, and I found ways to keep myself busy and out of the way. My stuff was brought over for me and I put it all in the dresser to my liking. I was a little surprised to find that a lot of my mother's possessions were brought over too. Some of her clothes and jewelry and few other varied things. And even though her clothes were a little too 'reveling' and the jewels weren't anything of my taste, it made me kinda relaxed to have the stuff with me. I went though it all then folded it away into the bottom drawer of the dresser. Satisfied with myself I roamed around the house a little before settling myself down in the living room.

I was sitting on the couch as someone approached the house and rang the doorbell. People have been coming over all day, asking me questions and seeing that I was all right. Funny how death can bring around neighbors to no end. I figured it was just Mrs. Binkley again. She came by a few times already bringing baked goods and telling stories about hers own high school days. She was a kind elderly lady that lived next door to me my whole life and always seemed to find it her duty to cheer people up. Especially me. When ever I was sick and she saw that I stayed home, she would bring over her homemade cookies and tell all kinds of tales about her and the stuff she did.

Already looking forward to her and whatever treat she brought, I opened the door looking to see her smiling face. And was a little surprised and a lot confused to see Hunter standing there. Did he come to see me? " uh, hi. Is Katherine here?" he asked looking just as puzzled as me. As usual when I'm around him, it took me a second to respond. He always makes me so nerves. "oh, umm, yea.., she's out back.." I said pointing behind me, then realizing I was pointing the wrong way and correcting myself. He gave me a small nod and thanks before walking out to her.

Time passed, and a while later he left giving me a passing glance as he walked by. I felt my cheeks redden as I got up and turned toward to kitchen. Katherine walked in from the back as I opened the fridge looking for something appetizing. My cheeks were still pretty blushed and after one small glimpse of my face she smirked. "so," she said, "Having fun at my humble home? By the color of you're face I can tell you met my boyfriend. Or… perhaps you already know him. Oh yeah, that's right, you're the one that tumbled over him in the hall. God, you still have the damn bruise, not that it can make you look much worse anyway. You're such a freaking klutz. Catch ya later!" with that she smiled and left. And I can only guess what hell she had planned for me.

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I know it's short,I was planning on writing something longer but, this seemed like a good stopping point. Don't forget to review! I know it's kind of a corny question but who do you think? Hunter or Travis? Take your pick!