The Family Of The Haunted

Chapter 21, The Haunted and Winchester.

There was a time when the Haunted and Winchester families did get along before their children were born until there was fuel. The fuel was the crown that made the demons go insane, as Perrier history it. My Mom destroyed the dome for my dad, the son of the demon king, and he has reclaimed his powers from the peak. We're doomed if he has the height back in his greedy hands. Mom never liked being royalty, so she kept it away from us or even wanted us to find out the truth about the fuel between the two families. I am not proud of what they've done, but it wasn't my battle—and yet, it's our war to finish for them. My partners didn't think I would find out about this empire that I would one day see from Dad. Even though he tries to hide the darkness behind his eyes like my brothers have. It doesn't kill me that I can't do anything to save them from him, but I did have help—yet I ran them out of my life. I'll always protect Polly from this war that Dad has failed to keep us safe and sound.

Broken is a word that some people describe back in the old school with a heart that is filled up with hatred. I cried so many times that I just laid on my bed and hoped that I couldn't go back on those drugs that made it so much easier. Yet, I feel so alone and don't know how to tell Mark or even Jack how I think of them being fucking demons. Then there's Dean, who hardly talks to me or even looks at me at school. Yet, he talks to Freya all the time. Isn't it wrong that I was paralyzed and couldn't feel anything or show a fake smile to someone I used to like? I want to be numb, and the deal is dead. Do you like her more than me? Was I just a doormat to you that I don't feel respect or even feel like a human to him? Please tell me that this is all in my head. I don't wanna be alone in the darkness with the words that will haunt me, " He will show up because I am." I felt my stomach dropped and wanted to say something to her—but I held it back.

I hate her so much that I want to stomp out of the room and don't even want to look at her. Was it too much of asking for you to reply to a text? Am I too bothered to tell you how you feel about me? Would anyone care that I snapped and told them the truth to see the place burn? I blame him for everything that I couldn't be there or even tried to talk to you alone like we used to, but we just talked a little bit, and I want to be the person you will run to. That will never happen. Undo this broken that you've caused. I wish I never met you because I am now alone in the darkness of my mind. Can someone save me from it? Am I over you? Tell me the truth, and stop the lies you're telling yourself and everyone else. She's no good for you and never will be. I don't know why you hang out with her—even though she's kinda of a bitch towards me. Telling me that I shouldn't try to talk to you anymore and slowly move on from you.

Am I annoying to listen to? These thoughts keep running through my mind with the day that you smile big when she shows up or even looks at you. I wish I didn't look like I care or be a jealous bitch, but I am. Little did you know how much I am holding back from telling you how I feel. I want to be free and move on from you. Deep down, I know I can't forgive you for what you've done to me. Dean, don't take this personally because I am just speaking my mind on this piece of paper that I feel safe and sound in. So let me rest near you, and we can sleep peacefully tonight. " Mollie? You're still awake?" I jumped a little and glanced at the door to see Jack, who was frowning. " Y-yea, so what?" I spoke softly as he stepped into my room with a concern written on his face. I waited for him on my bed as he took the spot near me, " Is this about Dean and you?" He asked as I looked down at my lap.

" Maybe, but It's been a week since it happened. Besides, he has moved on from me and never really cared for me," Molly said as he looked forward at her. " I don't believe you about that," Jack told her as she softly laughed before she glanced at a photo of her and Dean in the gym. " I think there was more between you than you both realized." She looked back at him with tears rolling down her cheeks, and he whipped them off her cheeks with his sleeve. " H-How do you know?" She stutters out as he grins a little bit. " I felt that way towards someone that wasn't good for me." She burrowed her eyebrows at him. " Was it Oct?" He smiled and looked down at her, "Maybe, but first, you need to go back to school before Dad will drag you there." She groaned and loped back to her bed. " I would rather stay here and never return to that school again." He stared her down, " Just because you have a heartbroken. That doesn't mean you have to slump in your room." She looked up at him. " I want to rotten in here."