My New Dad Hunts Ghost

Angry Cousins

Tracy’s POV

We were back home and I couldn’t be happier. I was not liking Neche too much lately. The house had calmed down a bit and I was ready to forget the whole ordeal and get back into our old routine, my dad wasn’t having it.

“Tracy, you were rude to Nech the last couple days we were there,” we were currently sitting across from each other at our kitchen table.

I just shrugged. I kept silent; I had nothing to say anyway.

“She helped us out a lot.”

“I’m grateful and I said thanks now can we just forget about her and move on?”

Zak furrowed his brows in confusion but just sighed and motioned to me that I could leave. I got up and went to my room. My phone was lying on the bed and I picked it up to see a missed call from Mikey and a text from Kevin, biting my lip I decided to call Mikey back before reading Kevin’s texts.

“Hey, where are you?”

“Home why?”

“Just wondering. Is everything okay there?”

“Ya, nothing has happened so far…”

He made an angry like grunt, kind of like a growl.

“I can’t believe he almost got you fucking killed,” I didn’t say anything, what could I say. “Next time something like that happens, you are staying with us, got it?”

“Yeah,” I said lowly. I wasn’t going to argue with him.

“I gotta go, but call me if anything happens.”

“I will,” I lied. “See ya later cuz.”

“See ya… I love you Trace,” he said after a pause.

“I love you too,” we hung up and I opened my messages.

Why are you pissed at Neche? I sighed and decided to ignore it. This has been a long couple of weeks.
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Dude, so fucking sorry. I always think/miss this story so much trust me. I was thinking of editing/rewriting the whole thing… but I kinda want to finish it first.

It’s a miracle I updated this because I’m two weeks back in school (sophomore year!) and it’s a bitch… So much fucking homework. I have three English classes this semester but I became a double major; Criminal Justice/English bitches!
Anyway, bye… love ya. Comment… I think my banner is gone :/
-Neche