I know it's short, but it's something. I'm going to be working really hard on the next chapter this week. They're going to be back in Cali for the moment.

I even have my next story planned in my head. Going to be with Aly of course, but there's going to be another girl involved as well. I'm thinking it's just going to be a short story series.

Happy reading and please review.

Chapter 11

Hangovers and Pancakes

My god my head hurt. I tried to open my eyes, but there was a dry crusty substance covering my face making it hard. All I saw was a blur. I tried bring my hands up to rub them, but found that they were tired behind my back. 'What the fuck?' That's when I started thrashing about trying to free myself.

"Good morning sweetheart. How was your nap?" Oh how I wanted to strangle that stupid bitch. As soon as I heard her voice I remember what happened last night. Walking by the truck and then hitting the ground.

Turning my head I tried to get a look at where we were. In the truck. Great. "Where the hell have you taken me?"

"Oh, we're almost home hun. Sopheia's waiting for us. It's time to start our family."

"Your all fucking crazy. I'm told you before. I'm not doing this fucking more then one wife polygamist bullshit." I laid my head back in defeat. I was getting out of this truck unless they were going to take me out. "Why do I have to be the third wife. Find someone else you sick fucks."

Rob spoke up from the driver's seat looking at me in the rearview mirror. "You were always the one it was supposed to be. You brought us all together. You're the wife that can be in the public eye and not be scrutinized. The one I can't take home to my parents."

"If I'm the face of it then what fucking purpose does Sopheia and Christina serve?" Mother fucker always wanted more then he could have. Three wives. What a crock of shit.

"I think it's obvious. Sopheia is the mother and Christina is the one I can take with me on the road for companionship. We'd all work together."

"Ha. Sopheia's the mother of children that aren't even yours and Christina is just an easy lay that wants a roof over her head." I got a pretty good slap in the face from the latter for that comment. "You really think they ain't gonna know what happened to me? You in deep shit now Rob."

"I told you this wasn't a good idea." He muttered as Christina took her spot in the front seat. That's when I seen a green sign on the highway pass saying, 'Now entering the San Joaquin Valley'.

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Kat's POV

Getting up this morning was hard. Every morning was hard for me, but today was worse. I had all the guys over to my house and needless to say, we drank A LOT. I groaned as my alarm clock went off and smacked the top of it effectively silencing it. Then I rolled out of bed and threw some pants on heading down stairs.

My living room was littered with beer cans and my closest buddies. On the love seat was Chris curled in a ball. The big couch had Carlos and some girl he brought with him. What did he say her name was? Teagan I think. She told me I could call her Tripp though. She was nice just a little… high strung. Fit Carlos perfectly.

I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a vitamin water from the fridge. They were the cure all for hangovers. Alyssa figured that out one night when she stayed at my house. Man did I miss that chick. She was like my sister. We had been best friends since the first day of high school.

After awhile C.T. made his way down stairs. He rented a room from my parents so his room was right across from mine. "What the fuck happened last night?" He asked rubbing his head looking at the carnage.

"Been asking myself the same thing all morning. You mother fuckers are going to help my clean this shit up." I bit out at him.

"Well good morning to you too sunshine. I can see you head hurts just as much as mine does." I flipped him the bird and got up to start making some pancakes. The boys always loved pancakes the morning after a long night of drinking.

At about that moment Carlos' cell started going of. He had the most annoying ring tone ever. It was a robot voice telling him to answer the damn phone. Shoot me now. Of course he continued sawing logs on the couch next to Tripp. I walked over to him and slapped him on the forehead. "You phone's ringin'."

He grumbled, "Get it, please."

Great now I'm his god, damn secretary. Don't get me wrong. I loved Carlos to death and he was now apart of our fucked up little family. I just hated mornings and could be a bitch. Everyone knew that though so didn't hold it against me. I reached over the arm of the couch to get his phone off the coffee table and flipped it open. "Hello?"

A pissed of gravely voice answered in return. "Who the fuck is this? Where's Juice?"

"This is Kat. And Juice is alittle hung over on my couch with a chick at the moment. Can I help you?"

"It's Happy. I woke up this morning and Alyssa's missing." My heart sunk.

"What do you mean by missing?" I managed to get out past my shock.

"I think it had something to do with that Rob fucker she dated. Him and his lil' skank were in town yesterday and today she's no where to be found. I need you to tell me where they could be heading."

"ROB TOOK HER?" I screamed into the phone effectively waking everyone that was currently still sleeping up. "That mother fucker. Imma kill him."

"Calm down Kat. Tell me where he'd take her."

"His ex-wife lives in Stockton. As far as I know he's been staying there when he's in town."

"Alright. Wake Juice's ass up and tell him I heading to Cali. I want an address. You work on that."

I nodded like he could actually see me threw the phone. Flipping it shut I looked over at Juice. "Rob took Aly. Happy's coming to Cali." His eyes got wide. "Come on. We're taking a ride to Stockton."