Chapter 2: Journey to Havenline
Dear reader, if you are still reading this, that means you are really jobless. Anyway, the next chapter of my story is the journey to Havenline. Now, back to the story.
Welcome back – Andrea.
Mum – It is good to be back.
Huff, work was stressful like hell. Seriously, they almost killed me. I am basically working extra shifts because most of the nurses don't have more experience in their job.
Anyway, I am going to freshen up, clean this mess, and meet you in the dining room.
Andrea – Yes, ma. Damn, she is really frustrated.
Thought – As many are confused about my mom's job, my mom, Laura Rein, is one of the senior nurses who have been at the hospital since its establishment.
At dinner
Andrea – So mom, what do you want to talk about?
Mom (hesitating) – Andrea, during my working hours, I received a letter from the administrator.
Mom looked at Andrea for any expression but found nothing.
Andrea – "....."
Mom – I have been transferred, so we are moving from Florida to a town named Havenline.
Andrea – Oh, okay.
Mom (confused, expecting more than "okay") – Are you not going to miss some people in the city?
Andrea – Nope.
Mom – But what about friends, the neighbors, or your girlfriend?
Andrea (lifting an eyebrow) – Mom, do you forget what happened?
Mom – Oh, that crossed my mind.
{As many are confused about what happened, let me take you on a long memory lane.}
Flashback
During my high school years, not many people liked me due to my personality, so I was basically alone. But thank the fucking devil I had a two-faced, backstabbing, dick-shaped-face best friend named Johnny and then a beautiful girlfriend named Ella.
She was so pure at heart, always helping me when I was lonely. She was always with me, taking care of me, but what I really loved about her was her juicy, juicy body. Who doesn't like tight, tender thighs like hers, or that fatty, squishy peach she calls a pussy, or her big, milky balloons she calls breasts? Damn, I loved those. Now I can see why Quagmire from Family Guy loves women who can't be tempted (except gay ones).
Anyway, she was perfect, but I didn't know she was a succubus from the pit of hell. Seriously, she preferred dicks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Now I know some of you are getting the story, but that is just a drop in the ocean.
So, at the end of prom for the graduates, I was looking for Ella because I had plans for her after prom night. It was the day I thought I'd have a wild night. Not knowing that fate is a bitch, I saw Ella with 5 guys from school, including Johnny.
A normal guy would think something was suspicious—why was I seeing those bastards touching her all over, and she was just smiling, enjoying it? Oh my goodness, I fell in love with a bitch. I even saw her and the others go somewhere, so like the responsible person I am, I followed them, ending up at a motel.
I was angry, so angry that a brainstorm came up with a sweet revenge plan. I quickly called my uncle.
Ring, ring
Andrea – Hello, Uncle Ben What's up?
Uncle Ben – Ahhh, Andrea, how are you doing? Why are you calling? I thought you were at your school prom night.
It is fine, Uncle Ben. Can you do me a favor?
Uncle Ben – Anything.
Andrea – Can you lend me your guns with bullets that can cause a spark when hit?
Uncle Ben (confused) – Andrea, what are you doing?
It's a long story, but the summary is..... (Andrea explains the revenge plan)
After hearing the story about Ella and Johnny,
Uncle Ben – Send me your location so I can tell you the latest gunship that can give you what you need. You can get the other supplies on your own, right?
Andrea – Yes.
Uncle Ben – Okay, and remember to wear gloves and conceal your tracks.
Andrea – Thanks, Uncle. Also, Mom said you must come for Thanksgiving, and you know how Mom is.
Uncle Ben (scared) – Okay, I will call you back later.
After the call, I got a sniper with blunt carbon steel bullets, a high carbon steel gas cylinder, some sleeping powder, and a leftover condom I found on the road.
Walking to the reception desk, I asked the greasy man sleeping on the desk.
Andrea – Aaah, bro, are you the owner of this motel? (waking him up)
Owner (frustrated) – Yes, what do you want?
Andrea – I want to rent a room for the night.
Owner – That's $25 for a room.
Andrea – Tch! You cheap man, or I will rent.
The owner rolled his eyes and turned to the back to look at the key stand. Not knowing what hit him, I smacked the back of his head with a plank of wood.
Andrea – People say hitting the back of a specific part of the head lets humans forget the last minute before the impact.
Leaving the motel to get my stuff, I went to the room Ella and the others took.
I blocked the door with a tight rope, dropped the gas cylinder near the door, and put the condom on the cylinder's mouth, letting a small amount of gas flow.
After I was done, I shifted the cylinder to the side, went back to the reception, saw a leftover cigarette in the ashtray, and took it back to the room's door.
I sprayed the ashtray around the gas cylinder and placed the cigarette by the side.
Andrea – Well, I should be going.Passing the reception, I realized I forgot about the owner.
I took him outside, laying him under a tree and pouring the sleeping powder in his mouth and nose.
Andrea – Hope he has insurance.
Now I'm done. Time for fun.
I went away from the motel to an abandoned building beside it. I went to the top of the building, dropped my bag on the floor, pulled out the sniper, and assembled it with an added silencer.
Andrea – It's not bad to be too cautious.I put the blunt bullet in the sniper, positioning it toward the mouth of the cylinder.
Andrea – Thank God Uncle Ben taught me how to use different types of guns.
Clack!
With the push of the trigger, the bullet flew to the mouth of the cylinder, causing a spark that touched the condom and...
Boom!
Flooding the whole motel in flames. I quickly left and went home.Long story short, news of Johnny and Ella's deaths caused an uproar on the school website, and no one suspected me.
Later, Uncle Ben told my mom, and surprisingly, she wasn't angry, saying, "They deserved it." What a weird family.(End of flashback)
Mom – Well, we will be moving tomorrow, so go to bed early.
Andrea – Ok, Mom. Good night.
The next day, we called JK Moving to help with packing, showed them the address, and took the remaining load in the car, driving to a town named Havenline.
Andrea – Aaah, Mom, why is the town named Havenline? (jokingly) Was there a witches' hunt in the town?
Mom – Actually, the legend of the town links to what you said.
Anyway, I've enrolled you in a college in the town, and there's no need to present your requirements to the school, so you're starting class tomorrow.
Andrea – What, tomorrow?! But I'm not ready, and I don't know if the college is a fucking deadbeat money-taking total suicide place for youth!
Mom – Watch your mouth, young man. I investigated the college, and it's fine, with their improved equipment, magnificent resort, and the best teaching facilities. I even know the owner, but let's not get into that.
Andrea – So, it's a fancy dumpshit.
Mom (breathing in and out) – Seriously, where do you get this attitude from?
Andrea – From you.
Mom – Okay, I agree on that.
Reaching the border of the town, we saw that there had been an accident, possibly an animal attack, with deep claw marks on the corpse.
We saw that there had been an accident, possibly an animal attack, with deep claw marks on the corpse. We were stopped by the police for a checkup. The person assigned to us was the lieutenant.
**Andrea** – *Is it me, or am I feeling a vibration?*
**Mom** – *You're not the only one.*
Then a greasy, exotic pig—I mean police officer—came to the window.
**Fat Pig (arrogant expression)** – *Where are you and your kid heading to?
**Andrea (angrily)** – *Kid! I am 19, for the love of bitches! I know there's huge fat on your body, but what's wrong with your eyes?*
**Mom (quickly putting her hand on my mouth)** – *Sorry, we're just a little tired on the way here.*
**Fat Pig** – *You better train your son well, or he may end up jobless like you, driving this low-rated car. Seriously, what even is your job?*
And with that, the officer went on to abuse Mom and me for hours.
**Andrea (thinking)** – *I can see veins popping up from Mom's skin, tightening the car's steering wheel so much. Damn, she's heated.*
Finally, he stopped.
**Fat Pig** – *Okay, I've seen your car permit. You can go before you disturb this place.*
**Mom (starting the car)** – *Thank you. Oh, one more thing, have I said this to you?*
**Fat Pig** – *What is it?*
**Mom** – *I just want to say, you are an exotic, fat, plump pig. Seriously, do you never think about the hungry people in the world with all the food you consume? You ten-layered cake. Your organs, bones, and brain are really made of fat itself! You don't think about your family before you take all the food at home. My son may be "untrained," but at least he's not dying like you. Next time, think about why the world had to make room for both your ego and your appetite, unaware that neither is all that impressive. And oh, look at the time—I'm running late, so let's make this quick. You are not destined to be a police officer. Find a job in a slaughterhouse, okay? Byeee!*
With that, she drove off.
**Fat Pig (angrily)** – *I swear I will make this town a living hell for both of you!*
The fat officer shouted at one of his colleagues.
**Fat Pig** – *Mark!*
**Mark** – *Yes, sir?*
**Fat Pig** – *Do you know the address of the house those two are staying at?*
**Mark** – *Yes, sir. From the conversation I had with them earlier, the mother said they were going to No. 25, Private Dragon Zone.*
**Fat Pig (shocked)** – *One of the expensive villas?!*
**Mark** – *Yes, sir.*
**Fat Pig** – *Tch! Maybe they rented it.*
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**Andrea** – *Hahaha, Mom, you really blew off some steam there.*
**Mom** – *Now, did you learn not to mess with the master?*
**Andrea** – *Yes, master. Your humble apprentice has been enlightened.*
**Mom (tired)** – *Just lower your attitude, or else you'll never get a girlfriend. Unlike me.*
**Andrea** – *So, how did you meet Dad?*
**Mom** – *Let's not talk about him. Help me reach into my purse and grab my phone.*
**Andrea** – *Okay, got it.*
**Mom** – *Text your uncle about the scene that just happened.*
**Andrea** – *Ooooh, I see.*
Going to the message box in Uncle Ben's DMs.
**Andrea (typing)** – *Uncle Ben, something happened on the way to the house. We were stopped by a greasy, disgusting, fat, pumped, ugly, stick-bloated, butterball lieutenant named... Wait, hold up. Mom, we forgot to check the guy's name.*
**Mom** – *No need, I took a peek at his tag. His name is Rock Barrel.*
**Andrea (laughing)** – *What a dumb name.*
Back to the text.
**Andrea (typing)** – *Rock Barrel, what a dumb name. He was busy abusing me, Mom, and our family. You should have seen the look on his face when Mom verbally murdered him!*
*Loved by your innocent Andrea, bye.*
**Andrea** – *Done.*
**Mom** – *Okay, aaand... we're home.*
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Andrea looked at the massive villa, shocked.
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Meanwhile, in Washington, D.C., at the Ministry of Defense office.
**Benjamin Rein** (laughing) – *That's my cousin!*
Calling his secretary, Alisa.
**Ring, ring**
**Alisa** – *Ben, what do you want?*
**Ben** – *Can you help me call the police director of Havenline to warn this Lieutenant Rock?*
**Alisa** – *What kind of warning?*
**Ben** – *Just give him a threat.*
**Alisa** – *It will be done.*
**Ben** – *So, are you less busy for a dinner invite?*
**Alisa** – *I'm busy.*
**Ben (sadly)** – *Okay.*
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**Andrea (still in shock, looking at the huge villa)** – *Holy shit, this is our new home?*
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Hello everyone Nightmare here
I wrote a bit long because of this chapter 1
Also I have written the description of the mc and side character