Hi Guys! So sorry for not posting in absolutely forever! Anyways, this is a short chapter that isn't all that great. But have fun with it! It just kind of starts my story off. k
Oh, and by the way, I own NOTHING! Well, except for a few t-shirts, a pack of M&M's, and my own characters.
Love, Abby. Xoxo.
Chapter Two
What do You Call the Spawn of Satan's Spawn and Medusa?
Abby Shale - age 21
Location - Nan's house, Stockton, MO
"That no good little fucker! Sorry sweets, but come on! The man is fifty years old and she's pregnant!?" Nan was livid. Daniel, Luc and I sat at the breakfast bar in Nan's kitchen, drinking her trademark Chai tea and eating peach cobbler. What a combination. "When is she due?" Nan asked lowly, swirling a spoon in her tea.
"March 17th." Luc mumbled, staring down into the antique tea cup that he had filled with coffee instead of tea. 'Tea is for chicks' he had said. And he had earned a slap to the back of the head from Nan. Daniel nodded.
"Well kids, you're all outta his house, so I'd just say to deal with the bitch. You know, you don't have to put up with them unless you want to." she said, tipping her cup towards us.
"That poor baby though! I mean, it's gonna be so screwed up!" Daniel cried. That was deep for 'Wrench' Shale.
So, every weekend that we could, Luc, Daniel and I would go to Nan's and discuss our life problems with her, gaining her sixty eight years worth of knowledge. And one weekend, on Sunday, March 17th, Avery Marisol Shale was born. She weighed seven pounds, ten ounces, and looked nothing like her mother. Thank the Lord. Nan had said. That woman is ugly as sin. Avery was a doll. She looked a lot like our Grandma Shale, who was a cold hearted witch, but was a beautiful woman with dark brown hair and violet eyes. She had fair skin, like her half brothers and sister, and dark curls. By the time she was three months, she had thick curls that covered her head. Oh, but before I forget, let's fast forward about a month ahead, to a warm July night.
Cue italics and dramatic speak: It was a dark, warm night. A wet breeze swept through the air, sending goosebumps over my flesh. I was babysitting Avery while Dad and Steph, AKA Medusa, were out at the fair grounds, having dinner with the Lidds. Avery was asleep in my arms as we rocked in the porch swing on Nan's back porch. Cicadas chirped loudly outside, and the branches in the trees swayed, their leaves brushing against one another softly. The screen door to the kitchen opened, and Nan stepped through, carrying a tray with two cups of tea on it. I watched her quietly as she removed her cheetah print reading glasses and set them on the coffee table and sighed, taking a long sip of her tea.
"Abby honey, the Sheriff just called." I looked up at her, carefully shifting Avery in my arms. Nan didn't look as energetic and pert as usual. I frowned.
"What is it?" I asked slowly.
"Hun, Steph and Mike have been in a car accident." Shit. I looked down at Avery, who was sound asleep in my arms. "They're dead sweetheart. I'm sorry."
When my "father" and Steph died, Luc, Daniel and I were left with everything. The house, the cars, their dogs, all of the money, our dad's practice. Our dad was a chiropractor, a back cracking, big burly man with black curls and a big Mafia worthy mustache. He was an asshole, and a horrible father. He bought his love, and he seemed to have no conscience. But he was my father. No matter how much I hated him, there was still a bit of love there. Along with everything else that I was left with, I also got custody of Avery.
"Miss Shale, you were the only person who your father saw as fit to raise a child." Alex said. Alexander Lee was my father's attorney who I had gone to when I learned that Avery was legally my responsibility now. Of course, living in a very small town and knowing practically everyone, people were suspicious when I came home from college with a baby who looked like me. So, the rumors spread, and I got stared at, whispered about in the grocery store, and pointed out when I was walking around town, known as "that Shale girl who had a baby in college". There was even a rumor that Avery was one of the Jonas Brother's baby or Bono's, which was either started by senile old women in the nursing home, or junior high kids that happened to know me. Not many people knew the truth about Avery, and I didn't bother to tell them. Let them think what they want. The people who were my true friends and polite enough to come straight to me and clear the air were the ones that I respected. But sadly, only a few people actually did this. So I took a job with a small photography company in Washington and decided to move out there and start a new life.
"Oh my God Abby! You're moving away from me?!" Nicole and Nan screeched at the same time, their eyes wide as saucers. I nodded, hoisting Avery up higher on my hip.
"You can come visit whenever you want. And hey, don't worry, it's only for a while. It's really a great opportunity guys! I'm gonna be making tons more money than I am here." I said, trying to talk it up a bit. I didn't tell them that I already had bought a house when I had visited last time.
"Do you have a house lined up?" Nan asked.
"Yeah, oh Nan, it's great! Maybe you could come help decorate! It's so cute!" I gushed, sounding oh so girly. Nan grinned widely. Luc and Daniel both looked up from their spots on Nan's huge couch.
"Does that mean that we have to help you move?" Luc asked. I smiled.
"Yes."