A/N: I would like to send my most sincere apologizes for the numerous grammar errors and the lyrics screwing up like that in the previous chapter. In case you haven't noticed yet, I don't proofread. Looks like I'm going to have to start, since Microsoft Word is NOT reliable. Oh, and as far as I know Tricia doesn't have an official last name. So, it's Walsh. You don't like it? Don't read, simple as that. There is a sex scene in here. I will warn you when it starts. Here we go!
Jen decided to scan the upstairs rooms. She shuddered at the thought of walking in on Jonesy and Nikki deep in intimacy. Her hand trembled as she reached for the first door handle. Jen threw the door open to her parent's bedroom. She didn't see anybody. Jen sighed with relief and shut the door. She turned to the door opposite her parent's bedroom, Robbie and Diego's bedroom. The door was hard to open because of the clutter scattered across the floor. Her nostrils were overwhelmed with the scent of Mary Jane as her head poked through the door. (A/N: If anybody doesn't know what I mean… well I doubt anybody doesn't, but if you don't, they're smoking marijuana.) Jen's jaw dropped as the three druggies sat in a circle on the floor. They fiddled with Robbie's toy train as if it was the most magnificent thing in the world. Jen threw a Curios George book at one of their heads. He turned to look at her with bloodshot eyes.
"Duuuude. That man totally looks like a chick. He's a hot chick too… I'd do him in a… buh… oh man what's that thing called? A… second! Yeah man, that's it… Hey, hey, hey. I could go for a… muh… that thing you eat… a snack! Heh heh… yeeeah." He murmured slowly.
The two other buddies turned slowly. Jen's hands balled into fists as she drew breath into her lungs to unleash a fury of screams.
"YOU ARE SMOKING DOPE ON MY PROPERTY? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM! YOU'RE DOING IT IN MY BROTHER'S BEDROOM, FOR GOD'S SAKE! GET OUT, ALL OF YOU! OUT, OUT, OOOOOOOOOUT!"
She drew in frantic breaths as the gang scampered down the steps stupidly. Jen chased them.
"OUT! OUT! GET OUT THE DOOR! IF I EVER SEE YOU NEAR THIS PREMISES AGAIN, I WILL TAKE THOSE JOINTS AND SHOVE THEM UP ALL YOUR ASSES! YOU ARE A BUNCH OF MORONS! YOU WERE DOING DRUGS IN MY HOUSE? BEAT IT BEFORE I BEAT YOU! YOUR ROYAL "HIGHNESS" NEEDS TO GET OUT!"
The main floor crowd went silent as Jen's face turned a slight shade of purple. The three weed smokers leapt through the front door and bounded off of the property. Jen's breaths were deep and heavy. The crowd continued to stare at her. She calmed herself… slightly.
"If I catch ANOTHER PERSON smoking WEED in this house, I will CALL THE POLICE AND HAVE YOU ARRESTED! So… don't DO IT!"
Jen huffed and went back upstairs to search the remaining rooms, however if she found somebody they would probably be standing in shock at Jen's very audible threats.
A tall, slender lady was carrying a bag to her daughter's room. Her chocolate brown hair fell to mid-back, and was bouncy and full of life. Her deep brown eyes were accented
With light blue eye shadow, which was much too heavy. Her ruby lipstick shone from the light in the hallway. It matched her nail polish that coated her long, glued nails. Her shirt was a black spaghetti strap that was tight at her chest. Her pants were tight cargos that were rolled to the knee. Her feet were bare, but they normally had a pair of black 2-inch heels on them. She opened her daughter's door to her room.
"Tricia, honey? I bought you some new shoes and…"
Her mother's words were cut short and replaced with a high-pitched scream. She entered her daughter's room to find Tricia motionless on the floor, and soaked in blood. The window had been smashed and there was a gun lying on the floor. The bag dropped to the floor as she frantically grabbed her daughter's phone and dialed 911.
"Fire, police, or medical?" The dispatcher answered in monotone.
"POLICE! A-AND MEDICAL!" Ms. Walsh hollered.
The dispatcher hesitated. "… Ok ma'am, what's the problem?"
"MY DAUGHTER HAS BEEN MURDERED!" She replied very loudly.
"Oh my… of course I'll send deputies out right away. Give me a second and I will put you through to a medical response team."
Ms. Walsh heard several beeps and a man clear his throat. She drew in quick, frantic breaths.
"Ma'am, what is the problem?" He asked in an uncaring tone.
"Watch your tone with me asshole! My daughter is lying on her bedroom floor AND SHE'S DEAD!"
"I'm very sorry ma'am. Check for a pulse, are you sure she is dead?" He replied hastily.
Ms. Walsh bent down on one knee and put her index and middle finger to her daughter's neck. She felt nothing. Her attention turned to the phone again.
"No pulse. Send out a crew to revive her, or something… ANYTHING!"
"Yes, of course. Your address is… 243 Wood St.?" He asked as he read it off of a computer screen.
"Yes!" She replied, nodding her head frantically at nobody.
"Ok ma'am. They're on their way." He stated.
"Thank you. Please… HURRY!"
The man hung up the phone and Ms. Walsh shoved herself into the corner of her daughter's room and shook in fear and remorse. She had only gone out for about thirty minutes, and she came home to find this?
Jen gripped the handle of the third door. It was to Jonesy's room. This was the room she was most afraid of searching. Not just because it was a disaster, but also it would be where Jonesy and Nikki would be if they were there. She closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and opened the door. She kept her eyes shut tight as she listened for disturbing sounds. Jen didn't hear anything. An eye slowly opened to reveal to her a room without people in it. Just underwear and magazines, some of which were inappropriate for Robbie and Diego. She sighed with relief again and shut the door. She walked down the hall a short distance and came upon the other bathroom in the house. Jen grabbed the handle and opened the door. Her face contorted into disgust as she saw, and heard a young man going to the bathroom. The noise blocked out the sound of the door. Jen plugged her nose, and shut it quietly. She made her way down the hall to the last door, her room. Having found no sexual activity in any of the other rooms, she was confident her room would be the same. She swung the door open, and was mistaken. Two strangers rocked back and forth on her mattress while sweating, and panting. Jen stood wide-eyed for a moment. The couple did not notice her; they were too into each other. However, that was more literal to the dominant man. (A/N: MALE ON MALE ACTION. Don't read if not interested.) The sub male gripped the sheets of Jen's bed tightly and moaned as the dom pulled in and out of him. The dom gripped his partner's hair and pulled him backwards as he made a hard thrust into him. They simultaneously moaned and rocked faster. The sub gripped his hard shaft and moved up and down on it. The dom gripped his partner's wrists and pulled them away, replacing the hands with his own. Sub moaned loudly and bowed his head as his climax passed. Soon after, the dom's orgasm went and gone. Both men fell onto the bed. The dom pressed a hard kiss on his partner's lips. Both of them smiled. (A/N: Ok, YOU CAN READ NOW. Sorry that it was short, but hey… big things come in small packages.) Jen cleared her throat loudly and both men jumped in fright, covering up and exposed areas. Jen's hands balled into fists again. The men winced; ready to endure a round of Jen's rage.
"IN MY BEDROOM! YOU HAD TO DO IT HERE? WHY COULDN'T YOU GO DO IT IN THE BATHROOM OR SOMETHING?"
The sub male wiggled out from under his partner. "It was occupied… some guy has liquid shits and he's not coming out for a while."
"… Ew. Uh… well… WHY MY ROOM?"
The dom spoke this time. "I dunno; we felt like it. Besides, you stood there and watched before you spoke up. Somebody enjoyed it."
Jen was falsely appalled. "I did not! It was the shock of finding gay guys screwing each other on my bed! Look! You are washing my sheets mister! There's cum on them!"
"Actually, I'm not gay. I'm bi." Sub replied.
"WHATEVER! The point is you had sex in my ROOM! GOD! Get out, RIGHT NOW!" Jen screamed.
"Uh, we're naked…"
"NOW!" Jen demanded ferociously.
The two men wrapped themselves in Jen's sheets and scampered out of the room. Jen smacked the dom on the head hard as they passed her. They went into her parent's bedroom. Jen knew that her parents could smell their own sex, and if a different scent entered the room Jonesy and Jen would get in a lot of trouble. Jen scampered after them and pounded on the door.
"What now? We left your room; what more do you want?"
"I meant GET OUT! AS IN OUT OF THE HOUSE!"
"Can we at least get dressed, PLEASE?"
"Fine."
Jen went back to her room to collect their clothing. She giggled loudly as one had a pair of Digimon boxers. She carried the pile of clothes to her parent's room. An arm was sticking out of the door. Jen dumped the clothes into it. The arm pulled back and the door closed. She could hear their feet shuffle across the carpet as they put their clothes back on.
"Nice boxers by the way!" Jen said as she made her way down the stairs again.
There was a loud knock on the door. Ms. Walsh scampered to it and opened it. She ushered the team to her daughter's bedroom. They got out equipment and had Ms. Walsh stand on the doorway. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and let salted drops roll down her face as the team worked hard to revive her little girl.
A paramedic placed his mouth on Tricia's and blew into it. He stayed a bit longer than needed. A slap across the back of the head was his punishment. He pressed down on Tricia's chest 10 times and blew into her mouth again. He repeated the action several times. Afterwards, he checked for a pulse on her neck. His fingers felt nothing. Another man brought out a strange looking device.
"CLEAR!"
A loud pop was heard as the team used their machine to try and revive her. Tricia's chest did not move.
"CLEAR!"
The paramedic repeated the action. There was still no response from Tricia. Ms. Walsh sobbed louder; she knew it was too late. The team still tried to bring Tricia back.
"CLEAR!"
Nothing happened. A young woman stopped as the paramedic set up to use the machine again. She shook her head sadly to signal that there was no point. The man pulled back and bowed his head. Ms. Walsh left the doorway and sat on the living room floor. Several minutes later she saw the team wheeling out her daughter; a black sheet covered her. A paramedic stopped wheeling the gurney and sat down beside Ms. Walsh. He wrapped an arm around her shaking shoulders. Ms. Walsh sank into his shoulder and soaked his uniform in tears. He stroked her thick hair and bit his lip and he felt tears well up in his own eyes.
"I'm very sorry ma'am…"
A/N: Another one bites the dust! Well, technically she was already dead... but who cares? Again, sorry for the sex scene being short, but I couldn't make it that long or else Jen would seem like a big pervert. I don't want her to be a pervert… yet. -Grins- R&R.