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Chapter 17
Heather woke up the following morning and walked out of her bedroom. She was starting toward the bathroom when she heard a familiar voice coming from her father's bedroom. Heather stopped and leaned against the door, trying to listen to the conversation. Her eyes went wide when she realized who was in the bedroom with her father. She shook her head and hurried to the bathroom.
Rae was sound asleep in her room. The effects of the night before had taken a toll on her, and she was trying to recover. She growled when her sleep was disturbed by the ringing of her phone. Het hopped off the bed as Rae rolled over. She reached out from under her covers and put the phone to her ear,
"Yeah," she answered. Heather's panicked voice came over the line,
"Rae?! Oh my God!"
Rae snapped awake at the sound of urgency in Heather's voice. She sat up in bed, still wearing the clothes she wore the day before,
"What's wrong," she asked worried.
"Your mother is in my father's room," Heather practically screamed. Rae's eyes went wide,
"What?! Are you sure?"
"Rae, please, your mother has a recognizable voice."
Rae ran her hand over her messed up hair,
"What the hell is wrong with your dad?!"
"I don't know!"
"That bitch just doesn't quit, does she?"
"Obviously not."
Rae nodded and sighed,
"Alright, I'll take care of this."
"I know. Shit, if I wasn't pregnant, I would've sent in there and beat her ass once I heard her voice."
"Yeah, I know chica. I'll talk to you later."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye."
Rae hung up the phone and shook her head. She couldn't believe that Steve would stoop so low as to sleep with Rena. Rae groaned and got out of bed.
Rae stormed downstairs after getting a shower. Mark looked at his daughter, confused,
"What's wrong?"
"That slut mother of mine!"
"What happened?"
"Heather just called a little while ago, and guess what?"
"Rae, I don't know. Tell me."
"Steve and Rena," she raised her eyebrows, not wanting to finish her sentence. Mark spit his coffee out across the kitchen,
"Are you shittin me?!"
Rae shook her head,
"Nope!"
"What the hell is wrong with Steve?!"
"I have no idea."
Mark shook his head,
"I'm gonna have to talk to him."
"You do that. I'm gonna pay my 'mommy' a visit."
"Rae, don't do anything stupid."
Rae smirked as she started toward the front door,
"I'm not dad."
Mark shook his head and watched Rae walk out the front door. He should have stopped her, but she was 18, and an adult.
Rae pulled into the Austin driveway and got out of her truck, not bothering to turn it off. She wasn't planning to stay long. She knocked on the front door and Heather answered. Rae looked at her friend,
"Your dad around?"
Heather shook her head,
"He went to the store to get some beer," Heather said with a heavy sigh. Rae nodded and walked inside,
"You think he's got the whore's address?"
Heather nodded and they walked upstairs. Heather walked into her father's room and Rae smirked when she saw Steve's bed had been stripped. Heather notice the smirk on Rae's face,
"You wouldn't have done the same?"
Rae shook her head,
"Nope, I would've burned 'em."
Heather opened the drawer of her father's nightstand and found a small address book. Rae took it,
"His little black book," she said with a grin. Heather shrugged,
"I highly doubt there's a lot of people in there. He's barely looked at another woman since my mom died."
Rae nodded and opened it, she flipped through it and easily found her mother's name. She stared at it for a moment, trying to remember the address. Heather took the address book from Rae and Rae started back downstairs. Heather followed her,
"Let me come."
Rae shrugged,
"Yeah, whatever."
Heather smiled, and grabbed her jacket from the coat rack by the front door.
Rae pulled up to an apartment building and looked over at Heather,
"Come on," she said as she unfastened her seatbelt. Heather got out and followed Rae to a door. Rae banged on the door and waited for an answer. The door finally opened and Rena looked at Rae and Heather in surprise. Heather couldn't contain herself and slapped Rena right across the face,
"Stay away from my father you whore!"
Rena held her cheek and then went to go after Heather, but Rae slammed her against the wall. Rae looked down at her mother,
"You should've stayed away," she growled. Rena tried to push Rae away, but Rae had inherited her father's build and kept in shape her whole life, and was stronger than her mother. Rae shook her mother,
"Do everyone a favor, and just leave, you're pretty damn good at that."
Rena smirked,
"I'm not going anywhere."
Rae narrowed her eyes,
"If you know what's best, you will."
"Keep it up Rae."
"What are you gonna do, Rena?"
"I know about Sarah being a stripper, and I know how Steve would react to his precious niece being a stripper."
Heather stepped towards Rena,
"You keep my cousin out of this, you no good whore."
Rae released her hold on Rena and looked back at Heather,
"Go to the truck Heather."
Heather began to protest, but Rae cut her off,
"Go!"
Heather grumbled and walked away. Rae turned her attention back to Rena,
"You tell Steve about Sarah, and I'll make you wish you were never born," she threatened before walking away. Rena rolled her eyes and went back into her apartment. Rae spotted her mother's car in the parking lot and smirked. She reached into the bed of her truck and pulled out a tire iron. She walked over to Rena's car and busted out the back window. She then ran back to her truck and got in the driver's seat. Heather buckled up and Rae sped out of the parking lot.
Rae had dropped Heather off at the Austin house, and stayed for dinner. It was dark when she was on her way home. Rae was passing the Lesnar house when she noticed Brock's Mustang was sitting out on the street. She remembered what she had done to Rena's car. She stopped and got out of her truck. She grabbed the tire iron again,
"Thanks for the motivation Amanda," she said before smashing out the driver side windows of Brock's car. She then reached into her pocket, and pulled out a pocket knife. She opened it and ran the blade along the side of Brock's car. Rae quickly got back into her truck and drove off. Rae smirked deviously to herself, Brock deserved it, and so did Rena. She was satisfied with her, as she thought, justified actions.
Author's Note: RENA = STUPID WHORE! ME = EVIL! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... anyway, Brock deserved to get his car messed up, and so did my slut of a "mom". I hope y'all liked it... REVIEW...
Chapter 17
Heather woke up the following morning and walked out of her bedroom. She was starting toward the bathroom when she heard a familiar voice coming from her father's bedroom. Heather stopped and leaned against the door, trying to listen to the conversation. Her eyes went wide when she realized who was in the bedroom with her father. She shook her head and hurried to the bathroom.
Rae was sound asleep in her room. The effects of the night before had taken a toll on her, and she was trying to recover. She growled when her sleep was disturbed by the ringing of her phone. Het hopped off the bed as Rae rolled over. She reached out from under her covers and put the phone to her ear,
"Yeah," she answered. Heather's panicked voice came over the line,
"Rae?! Oh my God!"
Rae snapped awake at the sound of urgency in Heather's voice. She sat up in bed, still wearing the clothes she wore the day before,
"What's wrong," she asked worried.
"Your mother is in my father's room," Heather practically screamed. Rae's eyes went wide,
"What?! Are you sure?"
"Rae, please, your mother has a recognizable voice."
Rae ran her hand over her messed up hair,
"What the hell is wrong with your dad?!"
"I don't know!"
"That bitch just doesn't quit, does she?"
"Obviously not."
Rae nodded and sighed,
"Alright, I'll take care of this."
"I know. Shit, if I wasn't pregnant, I would've sent in there and beat her ass once I heard her voice."
"Yeah, I know chica. I'll talk to you later."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye."
Rae hung up the phone and shook her head. She couldn't believe that Steve would stoop so low as to sleep with Rena. Rae groaned and got out of bed.
Rae stormed downstairs after getting a shower. Mark looked at his daughter, confused,
"What's wrong?"
"That slut mother of mine!"
"What happened?"
"Heather just called a little while ago, and guess what?"
"Rae, I don't know. Tell me."
"Steve and Rena," she raised her eyebrows, not wanting to finish her sentence. Mark spit his coffee out across the kitchen,
"Are you shittin me?!"
Rae shook her head,
"Nope!"
"What the hell is wrong with Steve?!"
"I have no idea."
Mark shook his head,
"I'm gonna have to talk to him."
"You do that. I'm gonna pay my 'mommy' a visit."
"Rae, don't do anything stupid."
Rae smirked as she started toward the front door,
"I'm not dad."
Mark shook his head and watched Rae walk out the front door. He should have stopped her, but she was 18, and an adult.
Rae pulled into the Austin driveway and got out of her truck, not bothering to turn it off. She wasn't planning to stay long. She knocked on the front door and Heather answered. Rae looked at her friend,
"Your dad around?"
Heather shook her head,
"He went to the store to get some beer," Heather said with a heavy sigh. Rae nodded and walked inside,
"You think he's got the whore's address?"
Heather nodded and they walked upstairs. Heather walked into her father's room and Rae smirked when she saw Steve's bed had been stripped. Heather notice the smirk on Rae's face,
"You wouldn't have done the same?"
Rae shook her head,
"Nope, I would've burned 'em."
Heather opened the drawer of her father's nightstand and found a small address book. Rae took it,
"His little black book," she said with a grin. Heather shrugged,
"I highly doubt there's a lot of people in there. He's barely looked at another woman since my mom died."
Rae nodded and opened it, she flipped through it and easily found her mother's name. She stared at it for a moment, trying to remember the address. Heather took the address book from Rae and Rae started back downstairs. Heather followed her,
"Let me come."
Rae shrugged,
"Yeah, whatever."
Heather smiled, and grabbed her jacket from the coat rack by the front door.
Rae pulled up to an apartment building and looked over at Heather,
"Come on," she said as she unfastened her seatbelt. Heather got out and followed Rae to a door. Rae banged on the door and waited for an answer. The door finally opened and Rena looked at Rae and Heather in surprise. Heather couldn't contain herself and slapped Rena right across the face,
"Stay away from my father you whore!"
Rena held her cheek and then went to go after Heather, but Rae slammed her against the wall. Rae looked down at her mother,
"You should've stayed away," she growled. Rena tried to push Rae away, but Rae had inherited her father's build and kept in shape her whole life, and was stronger than her mother. Rae shook her mother,
"Do everyone a favor, and just leave, you're pretty damn good at that."
Rena smirked,
"I'm not going anywhere."
Rae narrowed her eyes,
"If you know what's best, you will."
"Keep it up Rae."
"What are you gonna do, Rena?"
"I know about Sarah being a stripper, and I know how Steve would react to his precious niece being a stripper."
Heather stepped towards Rena,
"You keep my cousin out of this, you no good whore."
Rae released her hold on Rena and looked back at Heather,
"Go to the truck Heather."
Heather began to protest, but Rae cut her off,
"Go!"
Heather grumbled and walked away. Rae turned her attention back to Rena,
"You tell Steve about Sarah, and I'll make you wish you were never born," she threatened before walking away. Rena rolled her eyes and went back into her apartment. Rae spotted her mother's car in the parking lot and smirked. She reached into the bed of her truck and pulled out a tire iron. She walked over to Rena's car and busted out the back window. She then ran back to her truck and got in the driver's seat. Heather buckled up and Rae sped out of the parking lot.
Rae had dropped Heather off at the Austin house, and stayed for dinner. It was dark when she was on her way home. Rae was passing the Lesnar house when she noticed Brock's Mustang was sitting out on the street. She remembered what she had done to Rena's car. She stopped and got out of her truck. She grabbed the tire iron again,
"Thanks for the motivation Amanda," she said before smashing out the driver side windows of Brock's car. She then reached into her pocket, and pulled out a pocket knife. She opened it and ran the blade along the side of Brock's car. Rae quickly got back into her truck and drove off. Rae smirked deviously to herself, Brock deserved it, and so did Rena. She was satisfied with her, as she thought, justified actions.
Author's Note: RENA = STUPID WHORE! ME = EVIL! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... anyway, Brock deserved to get his car messed up, and so did my slut of a "mom". I hope y'all liked it... REVIEW...