Both Sides of the Fence 4: Bad Blood by M.T. Pope

Author:M.T. Pope [Pope, M.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2014-08-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Ashley

Front Page News

I pulled up to the house that I grew up in and evolved in. I placed the car in park, turned the ignition off, and then secured the emergency brake. I looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I was a big girl now. My past was behind me and I was looking forward to my future, my destiny. I was so glad that Antoinette had spilled the beans about my past with women. She actually did me a favor. I didn’t like the way that it was done, but hey, it was over now and I couldn’t knock that. Now Troy and I could officially move forward.

“Let me get in this house.” I opened the door of my car and stepped out. I parked in front of the house instead of the driveway, because that was filled with four cars already: one was my parents’, one was Alex’s, my grandmother’s on my father’s side, and I didn’t recognize the fourth one. I walked around the front of my car and up to the waist-high wooden fence that encased part of my parents’ front yard. Even this front yard had memories. I found one of my father’s pair of underwear in the bushes underneath her and my father’s bedroom-window after school and gave them to her. I was only five, but I knew that something was wrong with my father’s underwear being in the bushes. I inquired to my mother about it after I handed them to her but I never got the answer to it because she dismissed me quickly with, “Young lady, your homework is waiting on you.”

I laughed to myself as I placed my key in the front door and made my way inside of the house. There was no place like home.

I heard talking in the living room and made my way toward there. It was only a few steps from the door so it didn’t take me long to get there.

“Good evening, everyone.” I was concerned but not overly so until my I saw my mother, Brittany, and grandmother dabbing the corners of their eyes with tissue. The first thing I thought was that somebody had died. Fear instantly set in as I made my way across the room and next to Alex. I noticed pictures of my sister, Diana, spread out across the coffee table. That made me extremely curious.

“What’s going on?” I asked no one in particular. My father had his head down and I couldn’t see his face, but I knew that something was deeply wrong because he rarely got emotional out in the open.

“When was the last time you saw or spoke to Diana?” My father’s head popped up out of nowhere.

“I . . . I, um . . .” I stammered as I quickly racked my brain trying to recall the last time I spoke to, texted, or saw her. I drew a blank. “I don’t remember.” It was amazing how much attention and detail we didn’t pay to the ones close to us.

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