Bloody Haven Ch. 16
Previously on Dfectiv 3maj!n8shun: It seems as though our answers are not yet answered. But their lives are worth living for. Will there be more suspense or should they just keep on relaxing? What really happened on the Battle Of The Bands? To find out you must read on!!
Clark’s Point of View
Bring…Bring
Ugh. Phone. I woke up and picked it up.
“Hello?”
Nobody. DAMN IT!! I’m sleeping!!
Bring…Bring
Cell phone. I got up and walked over to my pants and got my phone.
“Hello?”
“Clark, good morning,” came a woman’s British voice.
“Abby? Do you bloody know in hell what time it is right now?” I asked through gritted teeth, tired.
“7 in the morning over here but I think it’s O about 5 your time,” Abby said so cheerfully.
“Whatever. What do you need?” I asked to tired to even get mad.
“Rumors are spreading Clark. And I want to get to the business of it. Why don’t you let YM interview D3?” she asked too business like for my liking.
“No,” I said bluntly.
“Why not? The rumors will keep spreading. If you don’t stop them now it may be bad for your clients,” she said.
I hate it when she says client. I growled silently.
“Oops I’m sorry. They’re your family,” I can see her sinister smile.
“Look we will deal with it ourselves, Abby,” I said her name with as much venom as I can muster up so late.
“And how exactly will you do that, Clark?” If possible she used more venom on my name.
She’s right. Wait maybe I can ask Jake…no he’s done so much already, lending me the Concorde, and everyone else too. I need to do more for these people. I need more favors!!
“It seems as though you have no other way,” Abby said interrupting my thoughts.
Sigh.
“Fine. When will it be?” I asked as I rubbed my temples, conceding.
“Today. They’ll be there at 4,” cheerio Abby said.
“You had this all planned out, didn’t you?” I asked, disgusted.
“Why darling you know I would never do that without your consent,” she giggled as she hung up.
I hate her. Abby miss o-so blah! She’s the vice of Religious records. Religious records. Ha. Who in hell would name a record company Religious? And its main signing is rock. Which is not even religious. I swear the world has gone ballistic!
“Honey? What’s wrong?” Rachel asked.
“Nothing.” I walked back to bed and tried to figure out how to tell the band.
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Clark’s Point of View
Bring…Bring
Ugh. Phone. I woke up and picked it up.
“Hello?”
Nobody. DAMN IT!! I’m sleeping!!
Bring…Bring
Cell phone. I got up and walked over to my pants and got my phone.
“Hello?”
“Clark, good morning,” came a woman’s British voice.
“Abby? Do you bloody know in hell what time it is right now?” I asked through gritted teeth, tired.
“7 in the morning over here but I think it’s O about 5 your time,” Abby said so cheerfully.
“Whatever. What do you need?” I asked to tired to even get mad.
“Rumors are spreading Clark. And I want to get to the business of it. Why don’t you let YM interview D3?” she asked too business like for my liking.
“No,” I said bluntly.
“Why not? The rumors will keep spreading. If you don’t stop them now it may be bad for your clients,” she said.
I hate it when she says client. I growled silently.
“Oops I’m sorry. They’re your family,” I can see her sinister smile.
“Look we will deal with it ourselves, Abby,” I said her name with as much venom as I can muster up so late.
“And how exactly will you do that, Clark?” If possible she used more venom on my name.
She’s right. Wait maybe I can ask Jake…no he’s done so much already, lending me the Concorde, and everyone else too. I need to do more for these people. I need more favors!!
“It seems as though you have no other way,” Abby said interrupting my thoughts.
Sigh.
“Fine. When will it be?” I asked as I rubbed my temples, conceding.
“Today. They’ll be there at 4,” cheerio Abby said.
“You had this all planned out, didn’t you?” I asked, disgusted.
“Why darling you know I would never do that without your consent,” she giggled as she hung up.
I hate her. Abby miss o-so blah! She’s the vice of Religious records. Religious records. Ha. Who in hell would name a record company Religious? And its main signing is rock. Which is not even religious. I swear the world has gone ballistic!
“Honey? What’s wrong?” Rachel asked.
“Nothing.” I walked back to bed and tried to figure out how to tell the band.
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©Copyright 2005-2007 o0PhiliaHaima0o (Quizilla ID: 1977972) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 Xenos-N-Virulent (MediaMiner ID: 133008) All rights reserved. This story is copyrighted. Any copying or distributing is prohibited by law. All ideas, characters, personalities, events, and names belong to Ni KuVa and are not to be copied, stolen, or used out of context without the writer's consent.