Above & Beyond
☁Chapter Four☁
Bree's Perspective
I stood there, shocked at what Tiffany just said to me. There was a long silence between us, because I had no response.
It wasn't until Carla came into the room, that I broke the stare.
"Ms.Parker what is a matter?" Carla asked worriedly.
"Oh nothing, I was just going over some 'Ground Rules' while she stays here." Tiffany said, cutting me off.
This bitch has quite some nerve to be talking to me like this. I mean Daddy wouldn't agree with this. Or would he? Great. I don't even know my own father anymore.
"Um, okay." Carla replied, putting on a fake smile and then pulling me towards the open living room.
"Ms.Parker what did you say?" Carla whispered sternly.
"Nothing! Why do you always think its me!" I yelled.
"Keep your voice down!" Carla whispered angry.
My sigh was ornery as I rolled my eyes at her command.
"Aren't you going to tell me what happened? It seemed a little heated in there." She asked.
"Lets just say we need to get rid of that bitch." I said while then, falling onto the tan sofa and burring my face into a pillow.
"Ms.Parker that is no way to call your soon to be step-mother!" Carla yelled.
"Step-mother?" I asked, shattering into pieces.
Carla quickly covered her mouth and cleared her throat. (Which she always did when she was nervous or hiding something)
When she didn't speak, I broke the silence.
"Carla!" I yelled.
She shook her head and looked over to me with guilt in her eyes.
"Oh Ms.Parker! Please don't tell your father, that I said that! He wanted to tell you himself!" She cried in panic.
"Are you fucking serious?!" I yelled in disgust. How could he marry that bitch. She is nothing like mom! To be honest, she's the complete opposite! She's a demon from hell!
Without thinking, I marched up stairs to to my father and Tiffany's room.
I pushed the door open causing it to crash into the wall making a loud bang.
I watched Tiffany and my father's blank expressions turn to shocked ones.
"STEPMOTHER?" I yelled as loud as I possibly could.
My father stood up and walked over to me. The closer he got, the more I backed away. My fist scrunched together.
I stood there, shocked at what Tiffany just said to me. There was a long silence between us, because I had no response.
It wasn't until Carla came into the room, that I broke the stare.
"Ms.Parker what is a matter?" Carla asked worriedly.
"Oh nothing, I was just going over some 'Ground Rules' while she stays here." Tiffany said, cutting me off.
This bitch has quite some nerve to be talking to me like this. I mean Daddy wouldn't agree with this. Or would he? Great. I don't even know my own father anymore.
"Um, okay." Carla replied, putting on a fake smile and then pulling me towards the open living room.
"Ms.Parker what did you say?" Carla whispered sternly.
"Nothing! Why do you always think its me!" I yelled.
"Keep your voice down!" Carla whispered angry.
My sigh was ornery as I rolled my eyes at her command.
"Aren't you going to tell me what happened? It seemed a little heated in there." She asked.
"Lets just say we need to get rid of that bitch." I said while then, falling onto the tan sofa and burring my face into a pillow.
"Ms.Parker that is no way to call your soon to be step-mother!" Carla yelled.
"Step-mother?" I asked, shattering into pieces.
Carla quickly covered her mouth and cleared her throat. (Which she always did when she was nervous or hiding something)
When she didn't speak, I broke the silence.
"Carla!" I yelled.
She shook her head and looked over to me with guilt in her eyes.
"Oh Ms.Parker! Please don't tell your father, that I said that! He wanted to tell you himself!" She cried in panic.
"Are you fucking serious?!" I yelled in disgust. How could he marry that bitch. She is nothing like mom! To be honest, she's the complete opposite! She's a demon from hell!
Without thinking, I marched up stairs to to my father and Tiffany's room.
I pushed the door open causing it to crash into the wall making a loud bang.
I watched Tiffany and my father's blank expressions turn to shocked ones.
"STEPMOTHER?" I yelled as loud as I possibly could.
My father stood up and walked over to me. The closer he got, the more I backed away. My fist scrunched together.
Notes
Chapter four everyone:)Oh no! Is the bitch making her way into the family?
Questions:
Is Tiffany making her way into the family?
Does Bree's father know about Tiffany's bitchy side?
On a scale of 1-10, how hard do you want to punch Tiffany? (Not a question, but)
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2/16/14