AN: Well, Miley met Michael's grandmother Rachel, and it was an interesting meeting to say the least. Well, that conversation is still going on, so let's join the work in progress shall we?
Chapter Three: Rachel vs. Mamaw Round One
Miley was taken aback at what the little lady before her just said. She was shocked, but after that initial feeling left her, she grew very angry. Rachel just stared at her like nothing was really happening.
"Excuse me?" Miley said growing very angry. "I didn't catch that."
"Really? Well, let me repeat that." Rachel said. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat before talking again. "I called you a flat chested bitch. There. Did you hear me that time?"
"Yeah, it amazed me that someone as short as you could be able to make so much noise." Miley stated.
"Whatever, height didn't stop you from spreading your legs for some stranger, did it?" Rachel shot back.
"Look, I am sorry about that and I even apologized to Michael for it." Miley said, but that didn't change Rachel's mood, as a matter of fact, that made things worse if anything.
"Well, I can see that this won't end in a civil way." Rachael said. "So let me say this politely as possible. You have the nerve to bring your sorry ass over here and think we are going to be all nice and friendly with you, but after what you did to Michael, we can't let that go. When you wrong one of us, you wrong all of us. So finally, I will tell you this. You can leave one of two ways. You walk out that door, or I will bounce you across the street."
"Miley, let's go." Melody said. "She will kick your ass, she might be old, but she can still fight with the best of them."
Miley gave Rachel one last look, and left the house, followed by Melody.
"Charles, Marie! I need more tea!" Rachel called, as if nothing had just happened.
"Grandma, you are one crazy lady, you know." Charles said.
"You better keep that to yourself, because I have a feeling that Miley might be coming back with friends, or her family." Rachel said, taking a sip of her tea.
Miley entered her house with an angry scowl on her face. Melody was close behind, trying to stifle a laugh all the while.
"Miley, what's wrong?" Aunt Dolly asked as the two made their way up the steps.
"I met Michael's grandmother, and I thought that she was going to be nice to me, boy was I wrong." Miley said.
"Well, what did she say?" Mamaw asked.
"She called me a 'flat chested bitch'." Miley said. Aunt Dolly and Mamaw looked at her as if she was lying, but Melody nodded, confirming the truth behind what she said.
"Where is she?" Mamaw asked, in a voice that meant that she was ready for a fight. Miley pointed across the street. Mamaw went out the door, and across the street.
"Oh god, here we go." Melody said as she, Miley, and Aunt Dolly followed her out.
Mamaw furiously was beating on the door, and soon enough, Marie answered the door.
"Well, can I help you?" Marie asked her.
"Where is Rachel?" Mamaw asked.
"Why? What's it to you?" Marie asked back at her.
"She insulted my granddaughter and I want to talk to her face to face." Mamaw asked. "Now, where is she?"
Mamaw looked in the background, and saw the small elderly woman enter the scene. Rachel sat down her glass, and walked over to Mamaw. Needless to say, she wasn't afraid of her, and she knew the exact reason why she was over here.
"Here I am, what do you want?" Rachel asked.
"Look here small fry." Mamaw said, poking her in the chest. "You have no right to insult my granddaughter the way you did. Now you better apologize to her."
"No." Rachel said. "I refuse to apologize to that no talented tramp you call a granddaughter for a reason. That little bitch slept with someone else, and she came over here as if we were going to be friendly towards her. Now when Michael wakes up, she is going to have to explain what and why she did what she did. Until then, get out and don't ever come back."
"Maybe if your grandson could satisfy her, maybe she wouldn't have strayed, did you think of that?" Mamaw said. Before she said that, Rachel turned and walked away, but when she heard Mamaw say that about her grandson, she stopped walking, and turned to face her.
"Let me explain something to you." Rachel said. "I might be small, and I am old. But don't you think for a minute that you are intimidating me. I will not hesitate to put you out cold if I wanted to, so before you shoot off your mouth again, take a moment and ask yourself, is it worth getting my ass kicked in front of all of these people?"
"You wouldn't dare, small fry." Mamaw said. "That why your piece of trash grandson is dead in a hospital.
"She is toast." Christian said, overlooking the situation from the top of the steps with Sonny and Melody.
"You want a fight? You got one." Rachel said.
"Good, give me your-"
POW.
Before Mamaw could finish her sentence, she was on the ground, out cold.
"Well, that wasn't much of a fight now, was it?" Rachel said. "You. The blonde with the big breasts. Take this grandma back to the home, unless you want some too.
"No..." Aunt Dolly said. She grabbed Mamaw, and began to drag her back to the Stewart residence.
Rachel sighed, and looked back at all of the deadpan looks on the faces of the family members.
"What?" Rachel said innocently.
AN: Only a few more chapters remain, and the next one is going to be a dozy. Keep reading to find out what happens next.