The next morning I woke up to the sound of Tasha's dreadful singing voice. I wasn't sure if she was screaming in pain or howling like a wolf. The only thing I was sure of was my ears were going to start bleeding if she didn't cut it out.

"I didn't sneak out the mansion for you to kill me in my own house with your barbaric screaming!" I shout .

"Don't hate me cuz you ain't me !" she shouts back. Causing me to role my eyes.

I get up of the chair and proceed to take a shower and get ready for the very long and very expensive day ahead.

Once done I come back down the stairs to see Tasha stood by the door with my jacket in her hands.

"Come on!" she eagerly shouts

"But I'm hungry " I reply

"Yeah well breakfast isn't going to make me look good tonight,is it?" she replies whilst pushing me out the door.

"I don't have any cash " I state. She roles her eyes and pulls out an emergency credit card.

"Is that yours?" I ask

"No, I took it from some guy I met" she replies

"First if all that's called stealing ,second of all it's specifically for emergencies only and lastly it's not yours"

"Shit happens, what you gonna do. now let's go , there's to much talking going on and not enough shopping"

She grabs my arm and drags me out the door avid pulls me down the drive way.

Tasha had managed to get her sneaky hands on £300 ,that was still left on the card. She needs to get out of these crazy habits, I know she would not be happy if someone stole something from her, but it's her choice and Karma's a bitch.

"Why are we even doing this?, I have clothes at home" I ask. As we walk down the road,

"Because we can, it makes the experience more fun if we buy something"

"But it's a waste of money"

"Not my money" she confesses

"I know!"

After that the conversation died down.We were approaching the first shop, as soon as Tasha stepped inside she almost fainted.

The walls were covered In designer footwear and jewellery ,Mannequins were dressed in stunning clothes only celebrities could afford.

She ran threw the shop, brushing her hands threw the clothing racks. When she came to an immediate stop

"I can't afford this" she disappointedly states.

"There's plenty more shops, with nice clothes Tasha and I don't think these sort of clothes are suitable for the club"

"I could steal them!"

"What! Absolutely not that probably the dumbest think you have ever said!"

Before she could argue with me I pulled her out of the shop. There's no way I'm getting arrested for that clown!

After hours of searching we had nothing, well if a headache and a strange urge to throw myself in front of a car counts then yeah, but besides that zilch.

We were approaching the last decent shop.It didn't take very long for Tasha to find something that se liked.

"I love it , I want this one!" she screams. Luckily it was a full set which included accessories and shoes along with the dress it self.

It was a beautiful dress and it would suit her perfectly. It was a white lace crop top with a matching skirt.

My attention span was decreasing so I hurried her to the till to pay. It only came to £120 so she was delighted with that.

We both had enough of shopping so we started to make our way back to the house.

I didn't have any energy so it was a very long and depressing walk back.

But the whole time I had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching me but whenever I looked I couldn't see anyone.

My house was finally in sight when I saw someone stood at the front porch peering through my window.

"Tasha hurry up, someone's at the house!"

She quickly runs up to me, thankfully they were still there unlike the other times.

"Holy shit yeah, what do they want?" she asks

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Oh, well let's just go maybe we will scare them away" I nod in agreement and we begin walking.

The person turns around and begins to walk away, as I walk past them they nudge my arm. I couldn't see who it was because of the hood that covered there face, but it was defiantly a man.

"Sorry love, wrong house" he says in a low voice.

His voice sent alarm bells ringing in my head, I know exactly who that is ,and were in trouble!

I quickly push Tasha up the steps to the front porch and into the house, slamming and locking the door immediately after.

I run to the window and peer through the blinds, just as i expected he was till ranging there, hands in pockets with a sinister smirk on his face.

"Oh no we are dead!" I begin to panic and pace around the room.

"What are you talking about?" Tasha questions

"Him outside, did you tell anyone we were coming?" I asked

"No I didn't, why would I, did you?"

"No I didn't !"

"He's gonna kill me, we have to leave right now!"

"Rouge calm down, you're probably just panicking, I do it all the time just because they have similar voices doesn't mean anything, did you even see his face?"

"No but I know it's him!"

"Who, who is it!"

"Rogue answer me!"

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