Due to Vanessa's condition, a new narrator will take over for a little while until she recovers. So Daisy, take over from here!
Paige and I had been worried about Vanessa for the last few days now. She last responded to Paige six days ago, telling her all about how Los Angeles is shit compared to the movies and TV shows. I sent her some messages, too, but she never responded to me. I mean, I get why; Vanessa's always been closer to Paige than me. Sometimes I worry that she still carries a torch for her, but I know Dragon Lord (that's Paige, by the way) would turn her down.
At least I hope so.
Paige drove us to Vanessa's house, to check up on her. Her house is really nice, I gotta admit. We walked up to the steps and knocked on her door, calling for her. Nothing. I looked over, and saw her mailbox was looking a little full.
"Hey, I'll grab her mail," I said as I pointed to the mailbox. "Don't want some home intruders thinking they can break a window and steal her stuff."
"Good idea," Paige said as she kept knocking. I grabbed the mail and walked back to Paige, who was sighing. "She just won't answer."
"We'll have to come in," I said. "Maybe her landlord has a spare key?"
"No, she's a homeowner," Paige said as she plopped on the steps. "She doesn't have a landlord."
"Damn," I said, sitting down next to Paige. I flipped through Vanessa's mail; thankfully none of it looked important.
"Hey, wait," said Paige as she grabbed a letter. "This letter doesn't have a return address."
"Then how'd it get delivered?" I asked a stupid question.
"It must have been mailed by someone who didn't want to be traced," she replied, starting to open it.
"Yo, Dragon Lord, whatcha doing!?" I exclaimed. "That's her mail!"
"Yeah, but this letter is mighty sus," she said. Sus means suspicious. She opened up the letter; it was written in stickers and magazine clippings. It read:
Vanessa Russo:
You ruined my marriage! I know where you live, and I promise you, I WILL get justice!
Paige and I looked at each other and nodded. She took out her cellphone and called the cops, informing them of what happened. Within ten minutes, a couple of cops arrive.
That's bullshit; it takes them half an hour to get to the neighborhood Paige and I live in!
The cops surveyed the perimeter for any signs of intrusion, but find nothing. That means that, if Vanessa is in there, she's still safe. After surveying the perimeter, they just left like they did something around here.
"What a pair of crappy cops," I said to Paige, who nodded in agreement. "Now what?"
"Back in Bethany, Dad always had a spare key hidden under the welcome mat," she said. "Maybe Vanessa does, too!"
"Worth a shot," I said as my wife and I looked around the front steps for a spare key. We checked under the welcome mat, under the mailbox, under the flowers, we even checked for any loose tiles! Nothing, we found nothing. Just as Paige and I were gonna give up, I decided to just try opening the door. The door then opened.
"Vanessa's not Canadian, right?" I asked, and Paige shook her head. We went inside Vanessa's house, and boy howdy did it STINK! We checked the kitchen; apparently Vanessa's been leaving her food half eaten on the table, not even bothering to throw it in the trash. Good Lord, I'm gonna need a shower after this.
"Dragon Lord, you take care of that, OK?" I said. "I'll look for Vanessa upstairs."
"Why me?" She complained.
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Geek on the Side!
General FictionThird Geekyverse book! Vanessa Russo has it all: brains, beauty, success. She's rich and beautiful, and she knows it! But she also has a dark side: she's a player. She sleeps with married people and doesn't care. Beneath the beauty and success lays...
