Little Nerdy Nightmare

Chapter 4

“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Jack’s deep voice barges into my room and his annoying self.

“Go away!” I groan, burying my head deeper into the pillow, desperately wanting to get at least a minute more sleep.

Three weeks ago, I broke my alarm mistakenly and since then Jack has taken it upon himself to be my new annoying alarm.

I wish I could break him too!

“No way, get up. Do you want to get fired from your work for going late?” He snaps, clapping his hands.

He’s right. My job is to keep this family together. You can say that since my trip to the Five-Star hotel three months ago, things haven’t been the same for both me or my family.

When I got back home that day, the three Js looked surprised to see me come home that early, though none said anything to me. They did the next day though, throwing many questions like...

“How did it go?”

“You looked worn last night. What happened?”

“Why did you come back so early?”

“Did you find us the millionaire?”

“Are you going to be married soon?”

“Are we going to be rich soon?”

“How long are you going to be married?”

Of all the questions, only one made me tear up. It was when Josh and Jake asked in unison.

“Did something bad happen?”

I covered my face and shook my head, but I wasn’t kidding them.

“Did someone stop you from doing what you needed? ‘Cause when I called you yesterday, you seemed in control.”

So I told them everything. I’ve kept nothing from them and I didn’t plan on starting then.

The three, like the triplets they were, all grew red from anger at the same time. Jack was pacing. He couldn’t even sit down. He kept tugging on his hair while he ground his teeth together.

“Is he dead? Did the other man kill him?”

I told him I didn’t know, and they said he should be dead or he would die in their hands and I knew they weren’t kidding.

Josh took my hands and stare into my eyes, before saying, “You did your best.”

“How?!” I exclaimed sadly. “I left home $1500.44 and now I’m home with 44¢.” I took my purse, and open it to further explain my failure.

I opened and turned it down and instead of forty-four cents falling out; I saw dollars in my purse. We all ran towards it quickly and I picked it up and when I counted it, it was one thousand five hundred dollars.

“It’s impossible,” I told them. “I paid everything to the receptionist who gave me my room.”

They... We didn’t care how it got there. All we cared about was that we weren’t empty in our hands anymore.

The week followed. We realised that Luke Powers didn’t die that night because the ‘You & I’ host Mona Lisa interviewed him.

The Js and I all came together to further watch him speak. He seemed to recover fast from the beating, but I could still see his left cheek redder than the other. Rory didn’t kill him that night, I guess, but watching him talk on the TV made me wish he did.

He went on and on about his fashion taste, the Power fashion house, and what he does in his free time, which to my surprise was “charity”. I could tell he didn’t even know what charity was and even if he did, he needed to be treated before he can come close to the children.

Mona Lisa asked him about the recent rumour of him being mugged and what it was about.

He laughed richly; I remembered that laugh and it only made me sick.

“That’s true. I got mugged a week ago at the fundraiser party, but I’m alive and well.”

“Tell us what happened.” Lisa prompts, “I know a lot of us would want to know.”

“Well, it was a great evening, and a lot was going on and I, being my humble self, was ready to contribute to society the best way I know, giving. A few minutes into the party, I met this girl, probably in her early twenties, and she looked stunning in every way. Knowing myself, I can get carried away easily and so I talked to know her more and see how we might end up.”

“We walked to somewhere private, away from the rest of the guests and we talked. But all the while, I didn’t know she was just a distraction to lure me away so I could get mugged. While we got to know each other, I noticed she got more flirty and her hands wandered on my body. I’m not the type that resists, but for a weird reason, I wanted nothing with her. I tried to walk away, but then this guy came out of nowhere and started throwing punches at me. He assaulted me and they stole all the money I had in my wallet, and my Rolex.”

I gasped at how he had twisted the entire story. “That’s a lie, that’s a lie and he knows it.”

Jake held me close to himself before saying, “We know and we believe you.”

“Did she say what her name was? Do you remember?” Lisa asked Luke curiously.

“Yes, she did, but that type of girl has many names. She said her name was Taylor Snowfall.”

Oh s**t, oh s**t. Oh!!!

“He is a prick.” Jack hissed out, before turning the TV off.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was the victim, and he just gave the wrong story on TV.

“I didn’t take his Rolex, I certainly didn’t take his money.” I couldn’t believe how badly I was already feeling.

I felt like s**t!

“We know you didn’t, but what if the other guy, the one that defended you; what if he did it? Like, take the money. You said you didn’t know how the money got into your bag, right? What if this is how? You also said your Match made partner wasn’t close to rich, maybe he took the money.” Josh questioned reasonably.

I shook my head. I know Rory was many things from the little time we spent together, but he wasn’t a thief. Even though he didn’t want to appear in pictures for a strange reason. I knew deep down in my heart he wasn’t bad.

“He’s just poor. He’s not a thief. I know I don’t know how the money got into my purse, but I’m sure Rory didn’t steal his. Luke is the one lying to get sympathy from fans, people.” I couldn’t believe I’d ever defended Rory for any reason, but there I was, defending him.

“Yeah, sympathy buys more customers than talent these days. Won’t be surprised if the Power fashion house receives double their suppose income next week Thursday.” Jake said spitefully.

It wasn’t surprising to me when I started getting hate messages on my f*******:, Twitter, and i********: accounts the next day. Some girls who are probably hoping to marry Luke someday called me sluts while others called me w***e some called me a gold digger. The last name made more sense to me than others.