Disclaimer: I own these cherry red ballet flats, my phone, my big, loopy earrings, and my gorgeous ringletty brown hair. I do not own Hush hush though, that's Becca Fitzpatricks.

Ok, Back to business, I hope you like chapter 7. Now, I won't be able to update for a little while, because I'm going on camp tomorrow and I'll be away for a little while. Enjooooooooooooy

"Hey, Patch, old buddy," Patch looked at Rixon, "You can't have any money from me."
Rixon laughed. "No, I just need to talk to you for a bit, come outside for a moment."
Patch stepped outside the door with Rixon behind him. Shana saw something flash in Rixon's hand.
"Wait dad!" She called.
"What?" he replied, poking his head back through the door.
"Um...Wh-why don't you just stay in here to talk?" she said, as Rixon scowled and started glaring at her. Shana gulped. "Ok, why not?" Patch said, smiling at Rixon, "That isn't a problem, is it?"

Rixon shook his head, glaring sideways at Shana. She slipped away into Ash's room.
"Ash, I need to talk to you about someth-" She stopped. Sitting on Ash's lap was an anorexic-looking Asian girl about their age, with dyed blonde hair and blue eyes, covered in make-up, with a fake tan, wearing a tight mini-skirt and a strip of fabric wrapped around her chest that could barely be called a top. She muttered in Japanese to Ash and climbed off his lap. Ash's jaw dropped open at the same time Shana's did. "What. The. Hell?!?" they both yelled in unison. The girl, whose name was Reika, stood up and walked out. Causing a shocked Patch and Nora to walk in, wondering what Ash was doing with a prostitute in his room.

"Um, well..." was all Ash got out before all he could hear was yelling.
"What the *$#!?" cussed Nora.
"What the *$# was that?!" yelled Patch.
"Ooh, you are in trouble," whispered Shana.
He poked his tongue out at her as his parents pulled him out the door, into the living room.
"I am in so much crap..." he muttered."
While Ash was lectured, Rixon slipped out, with a small camera in his hand.

"Mum," Ash whined.
"No, don't you mum me! What was that trashy, little tart doing in your room?"
"I DON"T KNOW! Shana walked in, and suddenly a chic from my school was sitting on my lap, wearing little more than her underwear!" he yelled at them. "IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"

He ran into his room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. I don't even like slutty girls, he thought angrily. My last girlfriend was an artist and a writer! He thought to himself desperately, why wouldn't his parents believe him? Shana was the trouble-maker in the family, well, he was as well, but he never got caught. Shana got good grades though, and all the boys, she was popular, nice, well-liked, with a good sense of humour, she was even athletic. He'd always felt so ordinary next to her.

He walked over to the giant window in his room, looking down, "Maybe if I left, they'd remember me more than my stupid, perfect sister!" He leapt from the building, but he didn't fall as quickly as he would've thought. He looked down and gulped. He wasn't falling at all. He was hovering above the ground. He smiled wickedly. They'll see how perfect Shana is now, he thought. "Come, my child, you are special, I'll show you just how special," a voice came from behind him. A woman stood in the air. She had straight, blonde hair. "Hello, Ash. My name is Dabria, I'll help you with that little problem of your sister and parents..." she hissed.
Ash nodded, floating over to her. She grasped his hand and pulled him into the growing darkness.

Sorry about all the drama, I'm just such a drama queen! Well, I'll try and get the next chapter out soonBye!