In Need of Someone to Love
Chapter 4
A Visit from the Braden's
HIIIIII!!!! You are probably wondering who the Braden's are but you'll find out soon. I really hope you like this. The idea just came out of nowhere. This wasn't originally planned. You guys should totally check out my profile. Also, please send me a better review than 'update soon' or 'that was so cute please update'. I'm not asking for a special essay, but these stories are for you guys and I need to know your honest opinion. Thanks:D
Troy groaned loudly. Angelina's funeral was in a few hours and he had nothing good to wear. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Ashlee wailing and crying. He ran out of his room and into the nursery. Ashlee was in her crib kicking and jumping.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "Are you hungry?" he knew nothing about taking care of children. He picked her up and ran downstairs with her securely in his arms. He took her into the kitchen and pulled out one of the bottles he had just made. Just then the doorbell rang. He stuck a pacifier into Ashlee's mouth and swung the door open. There stood Mr. and Mrs. Braden, Angelina's parents. From day one they hadn't liked him and from day one he never liked them. The Braden's lived in a very wealthy neighborhood and had the biggest house on the block. They were more stuck up than Sharpay's family and not even as rich. Especially Mrs. Braden!
"Hi." Troy greeted them. "You didn't tell me you were coming." He gave them his signature smile.
"Well, we decided to surprise you." His mother-in-law said. She was wearing gloves even though it was 90 degrees outside. She pushed past him and walked into the living room. Her husband followed.
Troy put Ashlee into her playpen and watched as Angelina's mother walked over to her.
"So… um… can I get you anything to drink?" he asked.
"Some Perrier would be lovely." Mrs. Braden answered picking up Ashlee.
"I don't have Perrier." Troy seethed. He wanted to snatch his daughter away but he stayed civil. "So, what brings you here to the Bolton house." He said, emphasizing the word Bolton.
"Well, Angelina's death of course." Mr. Braden spoke up. "We wanted to be here for the funeral, even though we had some very important business to take care of."
"What is this darling's name?" asked his wife.
"Ashlee Bolton." Troy answered.
"I thought it was Adelaide Braden-Bolton." Mrs. Braden gasped.
"No Mrs. Braden, its Ashlee. Angelina named her herself." The young man replied.
"Angelina, she was always so different." Her mother rambled. "It is family tradition that we use the maiden name and the married name for the children's' last name." That didn't make any sense to Troy, but he loved the fact that Angelina was different. She was more outgoing and fun than her sisters. She cared about everyone and would help anyone she could… enemy or friend. "She was a rebel I tell you. You told her to wear white, she would wear black. She was best friends with her baby sitter. She had the wildest dreams. Like once she wanted to be a vet, so she brought home a stray dog that she wanted to care for. The mangy mutt was skinny and bony. He could have been diseased. I had that dog out on the streets in an instant." Mrs. Braden continued.
"Anyway." Troy interrupted, trying to change up the conversation, "The funeral isn't until later this afternoon, so…"
He was cut off by Angelina's mother. She sat down next to her husband. "Troy." She said, trying to fix Ashlee's hair. "We want to make you a proposition. We know that it's hard being a single parent. So we want to help you. We would like to raise Ashlee on our own. She could live with us. This is what Angelina would have wanted. "
"No, she ha…" he stopped himself. Angelina had hated her parents, but he didn't tell them that. "She wanted me to have Ashlee. She told me on her death bed. It's also in her will." The will had read:
Dear my beloved family and friends,
If you are reading this now, I must be dead. Don't cry. To my bestest friends Sharpay Evans- Baylor and Taylor McKessie- Danforth, I leave all of my clothing and jewelry. I leave my beloved husband Troy our daughter Ashlee. No Mom and Dad, you can't take her! I want Ashlee to have my beautiful silver necklace with the 'A' pendant. I love you all. Never forget me.
Angelina Anastasia Giannette Palomi- Braden Bolton
"Let me see it." Mr. Braden demanded. Troy handed them a copy of the will. Mr. Braden read it and sighed. "He's right my love."
"I don't care." Mrs. Braden snapped, smoothing Ashlee's curls back. "She deserves better. We can offer her the best tutoring and the best friends and whatever she wants. Angelina was probably already sick when she wrote that… or maybe she lied to be nice." Troy was outraged. He grabbed Ashlee from her.
"Excuse me?!" Angelina's mom yelled. "Why did you snatch her from me?"
"Because I want you out of my home!" Troy yelled.
"How dare you raise your voice at my wife!" Mr. Braden barked.
"HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND TRY TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME?" Troy screamed. His face was red with anger.
"Well maybe I want to raise my grandchild!" Mrs. Braden shouted.
"WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT YOU TO, BECAUSE SHE IS ALL I HAVE LEFT!" Troy roared. Unstoppable tears rolled down his cheeks. Angelina's parents looked down at their feet. For once Peggy Sophia Palomi- Braden was rendered speechless.
"Fine Troy, we'll let you keep Ashlee, but we'll check in from time to time." Mr. Braden said softly.
"Thank you." Troy said. He handed Ashlee to her grandmother and threw his arms around a very shocked Mr. Braden.
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"You are a brave man Troy Bolton." Mr. Braden said a few minutes later. Mrs. Braden was waiting in the car. He shook Troy's hand and kissed Ashlee's forehead.
"Bye sweetie." He said. Ashlee looked at him wearily and rested her head on her father's shoulder. Mr. Braden pulled out his car keys and stepped outside. Troy closed the door and looked into the ultramarine eyes of his daughter.
"You are such a special cutie Ashlee Ebony Bolton." He said softly. He tickled her tummy and she giggled. "Let's get ready for your mommy's funeral." He said, strolling towards the stairs.
I hope that was good. It wasn't what I had originally planned but I thought it was good. Tell me what you think and tell me what you would like to happen at the funeral . DGurl:D