Dirty daughter - S01 E17

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Dirty daughter - S01 E17

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

I l@yon the be-d and checked the internet I saw my face all over

“The daughter of a well known pastor who recently revealed the dirty secrets of her supposed father has been killed by another of his child Joanne H. Quay. The deceased who was identified to be a Kesha H. Quay; May her perfect soul rest in peace was found dead…” I was interrupted by the sound of my door as it cli-cked opened and I j£rked in fear.
“Oh I’m sorry if I startled you or something” he apologised.

“No problem Ken…what is it you wanted to say?” I asked and he curved his brow in confusion.
“Yea, right! I wanted to tell you that..” He stuttered and scratch his head looking round his room as my eye trailed his.
“The shower! Yes the shower” he announced.

“What about the shower?” I asked raising my brow in confusion.

“It’s good, it’s soothing” he said slowly and I had a puzzled look on.

“Ken, what do you really want to talk about?” I asked because I was tired of all this his drama.
“Well I wanted to talk about us” he scratched his head again as he sighed.

“Us as in?” I asked.
“I’m your b©yfri£ndfor Christ sake and you don’t talk to me” he said moving closer to me because he was standing by the door.

“Talk to you? I don’t get” I gr-unt. Honestly I don’t un-derstand that communication p@rt of a relationsh!pbecause my past relationsh!pit was just p@rty and S-x and Fred was the only one out of all my ex that I actually was close to me and we never talked about any personal issues, only some crazy ones, SOMETIMES!! and I’m not used to telling anyone anything except my girls.

“What do you mean, we are in a relationsh!pfor crying out loud” he scoffed and I could see he was hurt.

“Ken, can we plea-se talk about this in the morning?” I faced the other side and used the duvet to cover my legs. He looked at me for a while before heading out. I sighed and l@yin be-d. Ken is just blabbing, how I wish he knew what the f–k I’m going throu-gh, I tried my girls number, it wasn’t going and I texted them but no one replied but my parents almost blew up my phone with calls and Jaden also called a few times but I declined them all. I drifted off to sleep without knowing but a tear dropped from my eyes because I knew my life was over, if I keep running I’d be fugitive, if I show myself, I’d be jailed or even killed.
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I woke up the next morning or let me just say, i woke up later because I sle-pt in the morning anyways to a familiar scent of scrambled egg and toasted bre-ad. I stretch myself and got off the be-d and saw a card on it.

‘Meet me downstairs when you are done” I re-ad aloud. I looked to my right and saw clothes neatly folded on the be-d with a card in it also.

“Wear this” I re-ad again.

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, had my bath and c@m£ back into the room.
I wasn’t having an appetite but I just f0rç£d myself to eat anyways and went downstairs.
I now had a better look at the house, it was well decorated and had nice couch and flat screened TV placed on the wall with some flowers guarding it, oh my God did I just guard? I’m officially crazy!! and I saw a maid, I didn’t see her yesterday, maybe she was slee-ping.

“You!” She exclaimed.
“Do I know you?” I questioned and she looked scared if me.
“Yes, you! The girl on TV who killed…”

“Shut up!” I shouted.
“What’s going on here?” Ken interrupted and I fli-cked.
“Nothing-no-th-in” I stuttered.
“Go back to work Fiona!” Ken ordered and a breath of relief escaped me.

“Are you okay Joanne?” He faced me and ran his hand throu-gh my hair ro-mantically.

“Good morning darling” I pe-cked his cheeks and he was surprised.

“Morning princess” he smiled and I gave a fake smile too.
“You are going home now right?” He asked.

“No. God. No, you are going out?” I asked and he shakes his head sideways indicating no.
We remained silent till I broke the silence and told him I’d be resting upstairs.

“How about we spend time together” he scoffed.

“Later, I’m very tired now” I replied and ran upstairs before he could say a word. Kindly join Coolval stories to re-ad more.

I breathed out as I closed the door with my back on the door and I sli-pped down working my hands throu-gh my hair as I sobbe-d. I then leaped to the be-d and sat there crying some more.

“Joanne! You killed your sister” Ken barged in and I raised my head up and I saw him angry, very angry. Lord! I’m finished.
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