book 1 of 3
ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but ev...
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If there was one thing Bianca could always count on, it was her toilet seat.
It was always there for her when she needed it- in more ways than one, but on this particular morning, it was there for her when her body was heaving over the bowl and she struggled to catch her breath. Her head throbbed, but she didn't seem to care because her mind was still whirling with what had happened yesterday- between the Pogues and the Kooks before Topper dropped both girls home to their respective residences.
Bianca let out a small groan, her cheek resting against the cool glass, pushing her hair that had fallen away from her face. Her knees ached from where she'd been kneeling for the past hour, but she felt her stomach churn again before she threw up the rest of the alcohol that poisoned her stomach.
But even that couldn't drown out the sobbing emanating from her living room, which seemed to make the pounding in her head a hundred times worse. After managing to brush her teeth, wash her face, put on an ivory sundress, a matching headband, and layered on some light make up, Bianca headed downstairs to find out who was quite literally bawling their eyes out in her kitchen.
Expecting the worst, she took cautious steps inside, only to find Lana Grubbs with her father wearing his white dress shirt and pants while attempting to comfort the woman.
Lana, whose back faced her, seemed to be so incredibly distraught with her shoulders shaking and sniffles pouring out of her, that she didn't even notice Bianca's entrance behind them. Lydia did, however, and quickly pulled her into the kitchen before her father could notice her there.
"Mom, what-" Bianca began, but her mother quickly pressed a finger to her red stained lips and shushed her. Bianca furrowed her eyebrows together and listened intently to the conversation on the other side of the wall.
"We're so sorry, Lana," Michael hummed, "Scooter truly was a good man."
Bianca's eyebrows furrowed when their voices turned into low whispers so much so that she had to strain her ears to listen to them. She tiptoed quietly around the kitchen counter to grab an advil and a glass of water to soothe the ache behind her temples.
This just made the younger girl even more confused- up until then, her mother didn't give a shit about the Grubbs, in fact, Lydia hated Scooter- said he never took care of his appearance- always shabby looking and smelt of raw fish. Come to think of it, Bianca couldn't fathom why Lana Grubbs was even in her house. Scooter would occasionally do some work around the Prescott's for extra cash like mow the lawn or trim the hedges, but surely it didn't warrant his wife a visit into their home.
"I just don't understand... He shouldn't have been out during that storm- I told him-" Lana hiccuped, "I can't believe he's- gone."
Suddenly, Bianca choked on the pill she's just swallowed- not because it went down the wrong pipe, but because Scooter Grubbs was dead.
"Lana," Her father's deep voice cut in lowly, "Listen to me, we'll take care of it, okay? All you have to do is..."
Michael's voice became far too soft to hear and the pairs footsteps indicated that they had left the room. Moments later, a soft click of the front door echoed within the house and her mother began busying herself in the kitchen as if the two hadn't overheard the entire thing.
Her father walked through the doorway next with an impassive expression plastered on his face and if it's wasn't for the soft sigh he let out, Bianca wouldn't have been able to tell that something was wrong.
"What happened?" The girl questioned softly.
"Scooter passed away," Michael said solemnly, "Found his body in the marsh yesterday, the cops are out looking for his Grady White."
This did nothing to solve Bianca's queries, she looked over at her mother for more, but Lydia merely began pouring herself a glass of wine.
"But why was Lana here-"
"Lana wasn't here," Michael said solemnly, rounding the counter towards Bianca.
"But she-"
"Lana wasn't here," He said more lowly this time, his eyes hardened at the younger girl and Bianca's mouth instantly snapped shut. Even Lydia had paused to narrow her eyes over her wine glass at her husband.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got that big business trip to prep for next week on the mainland, but I'll be back for Midsummers," Michael placed a soft kiss his daughter's forehead before turning back towards the living room, "I've got to get to work. I'll be back late so don't wait up for me," And with that he picked up his briefcase of the kitchen counter and left through the front door.
Bianca whirled around to face her mother, but Lydia merely swirled her glass of Sauvignon Blanc all prim and proper as if this was all an everyday occurrence. Though she was clearly slightly out of it, her platinum hair tied loosely in a low bun and soft curled tendrils that framed her face didn't seem to give it away, "You heard your dad."
"Isn't it a bit early to be drinking?" Bianca sneered before storming out of the room.
