Just got my laptop back, so that means I will be able to get new chapters out earlier than every seven months :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Clique series books, that all belongs to Lisi Harrison.
Westchester, NY
Apartment Buildings
Monday, January 8th
3:42 p.m.
"You should take her to the bathroom, she keeps twitching and it's driving me insane." A male voice filled the air. A snort came through although this was not the man's.
"You take her if irritates you so much. I am not touching her, she's probably diseased. No doubt something she picked up from her mother." A slightly more feminine voice ran though.
"Shut up, like the father is as perfect as you seem to think he is." he replied. "The better question here is what are we going to do with her?"
"Well for one - like you ever so stupidly suggested earlier - we cannot just kill her. She is currently entrusted in our care, if she disappears while in our possession, we will be prime suspects!" she snapped.
Then what do you suggest we do? It's agreed we both want her dead. The problem is how to accomplish this goal." his patience was obviously thinning.
"Well it's not every day that we get this opportunity. this is probably the only time we will have the brat in our, care." the woman's voice was an icicle. "No matter how much I dislike you, I cannot let an opportunity like this pass. Now, did you get Anthony Toenes to get all the fake evidence against Massie?"
"Yes."
"Is it noticeably fake?"
"No. He's good at what he does. Derrick and Massie will have their hands tied, and this will all play into our hands." The smug and self-satisfied tone of his voice could be clearly heard.
"Good. We do not want anyone to find out about this or the fact that you technically aren't aloud to be in 50 feet of the girl." The woman's voice was ice, covered in malice and anger.
"Trial's tomorrow, take the brat and make sure she is presentable." The male ordered his voice fading out. "That is, if you can fit her in that dingy one bedroom apartment of yours."
"Oh ha ha."
A small, slightly wicked smile spread across freshly glossed lips. The small blinking red light reflected this smile throughout the room, as the owner of said smile let out a small chuckle, and pressed a manicured finger down on a button. Now completely encased in darkness, the woman let out another laugh that sounded slightly bitter. "I got'cha bitch."
Light flooded the room as the door was swung open. A male figure, 6 foot at the most walked through. "God woman, how can you see in here?"
A light and airy laugh left the woman's lips. "Thanks again Griffin. Your really going to make this girl's mother happy."
"Does it bother you that she used to be your best friend, and your doing this to her?" he asked, he yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes. She knew he wouldn't let her leave the house - much less the room - until she answered the question.
"You've been asking me that same question for weeks. Of course maybe if I were still in middle school, it'd bug me. Don't tell me you didn't hear any of that, cause I know you did. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let Sophia stay in Claire's 'capable' hands."
"True, true. Tell Dempsey I say hi and give the kids a hug for Uncle Griffin." Already halfway out of the door way, he turned around. "Oh and make sure to tell Massie we all miss her."
"Should I entail who 'we' is?" she yelled behind him, already gathering the small recording disk and her soda cans from the night before.
"Nah. She'll figure it out." his voice carried to her, even though he was probably in the kitchen area. He added as an afterthought. "Always was smart."
Westchester, NY
Henson & Anderson Building Parking Lot
Monday, January 9th
11:14 a.m.
"Okay, it's fine Massie. Calm down okay?" Derrick ran his hands up and down her arms in a comforting manner. Normally relaxing gesturing aside, her nerves were going insane, and nothing not even Jasmine tea - which under normal conditions acted as a drug to calm her down - could put her at ease. Her hands fidgeted mercilessly and no matter what her leg kept bouncing.
"You rehearsed all this with Bianca okay? It's all planned out, nothing will go wrong, and our daughter will be with us in less than an hour." Her eyes stung causing her to blink a few times. She couldn't help but letting a few tears escape. Derrick tilted her chin upwards and wiped the tears that had fallen away with the pads of his thumbs. He gave her a worried smile and gently kissed her lips. "It's gonna be okay."
"You don't understand. She's all I've had for so long, and if I lose her," Massie broke off, the wave of agony that hit her at those words too much to bear. She took a ragged breath and wiped away another group of tears that had fallen. "If I lose her, it might be the end of me."
"I'm sorry that I wasn't there. I should've been there - I should have known. Known something, anything, that might've helped you. Even just the smallest bit." Derrick embraced her in a warm hug that seemed to washed away the feelings of sorrow.
"It's okay." she gave a small smile and looked out the window. Never in her life had she felt this exhausted and worn down, she felt thirty-two years at the least. Massie couldn't stop the ugly frown that marred the appearance of her usually angelic features. What if wrinkles were hastily approaching because of the stress? Her eyes widened slightly at the thought. No, I shouldn't be thinking about wrinkles of all things, while Sophie still is not in my eye sight.
Her heart gave a slight jump, Sophie still wasn't here, her baby still remained in the possession of Alex - of all people. Massie fidgeted with her hands and her leg started bouncing again, her breathing sped up. The silence was suffocating, she needed something - anything - that would insure the safety of her baby, or a distraction at least. "Am I getting wrinkles?"
She blurted out and her hands immediately flew to her mouth - that thought wasn't supposed to be heard by anyone, ever. Derrick turned toward her slowly, with eyes wide, and a bit of confusion painted on his face. "You...you..w-what?"
Well there was no way to reverse time - that she knew of. She bit her lip and mustered up her nerve. "Am I getting wrinkles? You know from all the stress?"
Derrick barked out a laugh and gave her an amused smile. "I really think that's the last thing you need to be worrying about."
Kay, a little Derrick and Massie - not much but I'm so frickin tired. So yea disappointing after what practically a year of me not updating. Sorry bout that - just got my lap top back and this chapter out as fast as I could. Now, I will be working on the next chapter and I very much so hope to be getting it out within a two/one-and-a-half week time period. So fingers crossed. Thank you all for some being patient - others kind of opening my eyes to get my ass into gear - feel free to do that more often ;)
Happy Halloween! Yeah it's late, but come on there are still a bizillion people on my block with Halloween decorations out - so it can't be that late.