The Genocide

Chapter Six

I stared into the blue eyes that matched my own; despite the raging fire of anger that showed in his. I was taken aback by his hostility. My dad usually never showed emotions so visibly. The only real time I had seen him angry was after my mom left. But, right now, he was a fire ball of emotion. His back was hunched and tensed; his hands fisted tightly, his eyes growing darker by the second... who was this man?

I lowered my gun and looked over at the couch to see the other intruder had stood up at my entrance also. My eyes narrowed as Darwin carelessly waved at me.

Darwin.

The traitor.

The SOB was going to get me killed.

Without even thinking I lifted the gun again and glared at him before pulling the trigger. My ears rung for a few moments. As my senses came to, I listened to Darwin's yells of pain as he clutched onto his left leg.

"Well don't you know how to make an appearance?" Darwin taunted, between shallow breaths.

I allowed a small smile to stretch over my lips, "You'll heal just fine, buttercup." I allowed my eyes to flicker to my dad before analyzing my house. Someone had been living here, the bags of chips on the counter, empty beer cans scattered across my floor, and a makeshift bed on the couch. My dad didn't drink so I guessed it was Darwin, "You were staying here?" I questioned him.

"Someone had to check up on you." I didn't miss the glance he and my father shared.

I moved to the kitchen, "You come to see if your medicine killed me yet?" I called, looking for the bottle. Darwin came limping in and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a wash cloth to put against his wound. I grabbed it before he could, "Not the good ones,"

Darwin rolled his eyes before limping out of the room. I pulled open the fridge to see my milk had been long over date. I put it down the sink and what mushy remains wouldn't go down the drain, I used hot water. The smell filled the room as I gagged at the odor. I used the wash cloth Darwin tried to use and put it over my mouth and nose. I reached into the fridge and grabbed bottled water. Twisting the lid, I placed the edge of the bottle to the corner of my mouth and started gulping.

My dad finally emerged from the living room his hands in his pockets.

"What was that? Walking in and shooting him?"

I ignored his question, placing the wash cloth on the counter; I placed both of my palms on the counter, "Why are you here?"

"Can't I visit my daughter?"

"No," I crossed my arms stubbornly. I was still sore to the subject. He wasn't even around anymore. He thinks he can just waltz in and endanger both of our lives. No. I wouldn't allow him that pleasure.

"I saw you hadn't used the credit card in over nine days. I got worried," he shrugged. He still cares about me? I sighed, reaching up and scratching my chin thoughtfully. Should I tell him? It would be easier and maybe my dad could help me get away from Harry. Guilt spread throughout me as I thought that; I didn't want to leave. Regaining my feelings, I tilted my head to the right, showing off the left side of my neck. I felt exposed and naked. My dad watched me quietly, trying to understand from the little information I've given him. I heard him suck in an audible breath as he walked around the counter.

His eyes were dark as his rough hands ran over my mark, "You found your mate..." He whispered, "Is it...?" His dark eyes motioned towards the door Darwin had left out of. I shook my head.

"Then, who is he-?" My father asked just as Darwin came in the room.

"Open a window, Bay!" Darwin fanned the air, trying to rid it of its stench. I walked over to the one small window the kitchen had to offer and opened it. I doubted it made a difference but Darwin smiled once it was open.