The Alpha Bitch herself, Vanessa

Unbeknown to the delivery girl, someone was home. Someone who shouldn't be at the Amorosi house. As soon as the van pulled away, Vanessa Campbell crept out from behind a bush and picked up Valentino's delivery. She turned the bottle over in a perfectly-manicured, clawed hand.

"Unmarked white pills," she muttered to herself. "Oh, Valentino, you are a bad boy, aren't you."

She grinned to herself as she pocketed the bottle, looking around to see if anyone saw her. Then, as casually as she could, she walked away as if she hadn't been spying on the Amorosi family. The click of her ten-inch heels followed her around the block and back into her own house.

"Mom, I'm in my room, don't disturb me!" Vanessa yelled as she stormed up the stairs, the front door - soon to be followed by her own - slamming shut behind her. She could almost hear her mother's defeated sigh. Sure, she put her through the paces, but, at the end of the day, why should she care? She was sure her mother had done the same once upon a time. Vanessa hadn't spent her entire school life making sure she was the top bitch for some sad woman long past her prime to tell her 'no', mother or not. Vanessa was a girl who got exactly what she wanted.

And what she wanted at the moment were answers.