Deal With The Devil H.S.

Prologue.

Jane Casey

Warning: Homophobic language and other sensitive language and subjects. 

"I can't believe that bastard would betray us like this!" My father grabbed a lamp from the desk, chucking it at the wall. I flinched slightly at his aggression. 

"I should've never trusted that piece of shit!" He screamed loudly, grabbing his hair by the root. He turned to me, pointing a finger at me. 

"I'm going to kill them," He started breathing heavily. "I will be gone. You stay in this house do you understand me?" He pointed at me, raising his eyebrows.

"I understand," I nodded quickly. "What happened?" I was genuinely curious. Arthur and my dad have been business associates for years. What could Arthur possibly have done to piss him off this much?

"He-" He stopped himself before he could continue. "None of your damn business," He practically spat in my face. "All you need to know is he made me a deal and didn't pay me," He clenched his fists down by his sides as he turned away. "Get out, I need to do some thinking," He waved me off, running his hands down his face. 

I nodded quickly, walking out of his office. I looked back, quickly walking up the stairs. I smiled to myself as I reached into my pocket, grabbing my phone. I quickly opened messages and texted her. 

Me:
Hey :)

Bethy:))))):
Heyyy

Me: 
My dad's probably gonna leave soon...watcha doinnnnnn

Bethy:))))):
Oooo so you'll be home alone? 
I'm not doing anything 
When can I come over?

Me: 
I'll text you when he leaves
My window will be open;)

Bethy:))))):
Cannot wait
What should I wear??

Me:
That red underwear you know I love

Bethy:))))):
I MEANT CLOTHES 
But
Yes ma'am

Me:
I will text you 
It doesn't matter what you wear tbh because I'm gonna take it off anyways

Bethy:))))):
You have a fair point

I smiled as I held my phone to my chest, walking into my room. My dad didn't know about Beth. Beth's been my girlfriend for about three months now. I sneak her in whenever possible. 

We've gone on a few dates, but I feel bad. I've met her parents and they are great. She hasn't met my dad and she never will. My dad would kill me. 

I'm horrified for the day, if it ever comes, that he finds out I'm bisexual. I had a boyfriend about a year ago, but it just didn't work out. He was graduating and we decided we didn't want to try long distance. 

In my seventeen, almost eighteen, years of living, I never imagined falling in love. The life I live is complicated and scary so I never thought love could happen. I hope Beth never gets involved with the life that my family and I have. 

The drugs, the murder, all of it is just too much for her to adjust to. She wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone another human being. I haven't killed anyone and I hope it never gets to that point, but I've seen things, I've been desensitized to things, and now I'm used to anything someone throws at me. 

I heard the front door slam, causing me to jolt suddenly. I ran to the large window in my bedroom and pulled back the curtains. I watched as my dad peeled out of the driveway, zooming off into the street. 

Me:
He's gone

Bethy:))))):
Coming now.

I practically kicked my feet and giggled as I lay back on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, waiting to hear the tapping on my window.