Wanting You - EDITING.

Chapter Twenty Three

It was chaos as Brody and I walked to my apartment, my parents were yelling, you couldn't hear what they were saying but you could tell they were mad as hell, I had no idea why though, it wasn't like having sex was a freaking crime. I turned to Brody just before I reached the door “you probably should head home, you being here will only infuriate them even more”

“are you coming back later?” he questioned, I had this same question from Blake earlier, he didn't want me to leave but instead stay the night.

“maybe, just let me see how things go here” I answered.

When I walked into the apartment Brooke was looking white as a ghost, my father had the face of a tomato as he turned his attention towards me “Alexandra I expected better of you” he bellowed, I flinched slightly.

“what?” I sat my bag on the table and frowned at him.

“where have you been?” mum hissed coming out of my room.

“with Brody, what the hell is going on?” I yelled at them both.

“you running a bloody whore house, having sex for money and doing drugs” mum screeched loudly.

“excuse me?” I questioned, a whore house? I think I had to live in one of those to start with and we only had a two bedroom apartment, it would be a little difficult to run that type of thing here.

“we have heard all about your little antics and seen the photo's, your putting our name to shame young lady” dad growled running a hand through his greying hair.

I looked over at Brooke who looked as confused as I was, I just didn't know what they were on about.

“what photos?” I asked.

Mum pulled out three photographs from her purse and handed them to me, I flipped them over and groaned loudly, fucking hell.

Of all the pictures it had to be of me and Brody dirty dancing, my ass grinding in his crotch as I was lowering to the ground, the other was of us facing each other and my leg around his waist as our faces were close together and the lucky last was of me and him against a wall with my legs wrapped around his waist as his body had me pressed against it, we weren't kissing but it sure as hell looked like it.

“this isn't what it looks like” I defended myself.

“so your not draped all over that young boy, I have never been so disappointed in my life, and to have Jenny show us these and tell us about your antics its highly inappropriate to show yourself off in underwear Alexandra” mum gave me one of those looks and I knew there was no telling her the truth because she wouldn't believe me.

I couldn't believe they were doing this, and to believe everything Jenny had said over me just pissed me off completely, I mean I was their only child but yet they are listening to a crazy psycho bitch over me and Brooke who they had known their entire life.

I couldn't believe what they had done, I don't think I could even talk to them again after this, I sat in my car balling my eyes out, I had several missed calls from Blake and Brody.

I drove to Blake's place without calling, hoping to god that Jenny was in fact there so I could slit her neck with her own plastic nails, unfortunately for me she wasn't.

I went to knock when the door opened and Blake pulled me inside “It's almost midnight Lex, what happened”

I shook my head and shrugged “I will kill her when I see her next” and I dropped my head, burying it to his chest as I cried even harder than I did in the car, his arms holding me tightly as he kissed the top of my head.