KICKED OUT 2

After crying her eyes out, Melody had accepted her fate, that she was alone in this world now and she needed to fend for herself. She lifted her head and wiped the tears off her face with her right hand.

She got up on her feet. Her legs were quivering, but she needed to get a grip on herself. She went back to where her things were and, to her greatest surprise, there were a group of beggars going through her things. One of them was wearing a tank top and the other one was holding one of her necklaces.

"Ahh!! Scram! Stay away from my things!" She screamed at them, waving her hands in the air. They stared at her as if she was speaking a foreign language and ran away with the things they already had.

"Can my day get any worse!" She whimpered, lifting her hands in the air, and squatting down. She grabbed her bag and began searching for her phone. She found her phone and touched the face, but her phone was dead. She frowned and scrunched her face in disappointment. She tossed it back into her bag in a rage.

She tried to carry her bag, but it slipped out of her hand and the book Ashley had given to her fell out of her bag. Her eyes lit up as she carried the book and opened the first page. At the top, she saw Ashley’s address.

She contemplated what to do because she didn’t have enough money to rent a motel. She hadn’t been paid much because Ashley was angry with her. She organized her things and hung her makeup bag in her right hand. She lifted her luggage and started rolling it down the road of the empty street.

Ashley arrived at her mansion with her bodyguards. They all stepped out of her car. She flipped her hair backward. She walked out of the garage and yawned, using her hand to cover her mouth. Her bodyguards started walking behind her, talking amongst themselves.

She walked up the marble stairs with the beautiful lights that were outside the mansion shining on her body. She arrived at the ornate door and used her keys to open it. She pushed the door open and was about to step inside when a soft hand grasped her right hand and turned her around.

"What’s the big idea?" She asked, pissed as her gaze landed on her mother, "What do you want now, mom? I thought I made myself clear that I didn’t want to see you." She said, glaring at her, and pulled her hand out of Mary’s grip. She was a woman in her late forties with chestnut brown hair.

"Honey, I need money. Can’t you see I have become skinny?" She said swaying her old hips.

"I can’t keep giving you money. I worked hard to get this money. Maybe you should start working." Ashley said, pointing at her with her index finger.

"I can’t work when my daughter is a billionaire, and besides, I am too old to work honey, I need money. Please don’t say no to me. After this, I promise never to bother you again." Mary said, staring immensely at Ashley and also battling her lashes, but Ashley had a serious look on her face.

"That’s what you always say, and you will never go away. You will keep pestering me to give you money." Ashley said, turning her back on her mother.

"Don't treat me like this, honey; I raised you after your father abandoned us." She said.

Ashley bit her lower lip in anger and turned to look at her. "Tsk, He never abandoned us. You were the one who abandoned me. You ran away with your boyfriend because my dad was broke!" Ashley said, glaring at her.

"You are the reason I turned into a gangster at a young age. You are the one that took my childhood away from me. You are the cause of my problems, mom. I have been generous enough to keep sending you money after all you did... but not anymore. Enough is enough!" Ashley said, with her eyebrows slightly raised. Jake and Chris just stood behind them, watching the drama.

"Chris and Jake, what are you guys waiting for? Take this bitch away." Ashley said, clenching her fist.

"Yes, queen." They both chorused and hovered over Mary, grabbing her hands in theirs.

"Honey, you can throw me out of your house, but you can’t throw me out of your life!" Mary yelled. "You also ruined my life, remember? You had sex with my husband. Because of you, I had to break things with him," she said.

"That’s all a lie, mom. You broke things off with him because he went bankrupt and, for your information, I never had sex with him." Ashley replied, closing her eyes shut. She had had sex with her stepfather, but she regretted it, and he was the one that visited her and seduced her for money.

"Liar! You had sex with my husband! You made him taste the body of a young girl, and he didn’t want to stay with me, because I was too old for him. It was all because of you." Mary said, sounding hurt, as she was struggling in Chris and Jake’s arms. They both pinned her and started dragging her away, with her legs above the ground.

"Put me down! I want to have a word with my daughter!" She screamed as they were taking her away. Ashley groaned in annoyance and stepped into her house. The house was sparkling clean. She could see her reflection on the floor, and the beautiful golden chandelier in the middle of the living room was brightening the whole house. Her gaze landed on the dining table. There were three maids, arranging food on the table. They spotted her and bowed their heads at the same time.

She ignored them and went straight to the big stairs at the other end of the living room and held onto the handrail, climbing up with her head held high. She walked down the hallway and halted in front of her door.

She pushed the door open, revealing her dimly lit room that was crammed with expensive furniture. The interior design was red and white. She ran toward her huge bed and opened the white curtains, falling onto the comfy bed. She grasped her soft pillow and rested her head on it, closing her eyes. Her eyebrows rose and fell as she heard the sound of her dog barking.