Haunted

Chapter XVII "If thing's doesn't go right go left"

Recap:

"What happened, mate?" I asked in a straight voice. You never knew who was right in a situation like this.

"I don't know Jack. I have seriously no idea," he answered me as he drew his hand through his hair. It seemed more messed up than usual.

I looked at him in an odd way and cocked my head to the side "What do you mean you don't know?"

"We were playing around, running around the table and then when I finally caught her, she snapped. She kicked me and shouted at me to let go and then she bolted out the door. I tried asking her what was wrong but she wouldn't answer me," he sighed hanging with his head.

"Are you stupid or something?!" yelled a high female voice.

Chapter 17 "If thing's doesn't go right go left"

Jack's POV

We both wiped our heads around at the sound of the voice.

"Aunt Angela" Phillipe said with affection. She smiled warmly at him as she put some hair that had escaped her hairdo behind her left ear. Her former red hair was now filled with streaks of grey and by her eyes you could see small wrinkles. Then her gaze hardens and her face turns stern "You really are a mooncalf aren't you Phill?" She takes his jaw in a hard grip.

"What?" he said stupidly.

"An imbecile, moron, dumbbell, saphead, idiot should I go on?" She said raising an eyebrow "Sometimes I wonder how you can be my nephew, you're just so dumb at times! She's fragile, Phill! You can't treat her as if nothing is wrong! Didn't you listen to the stories that I told you?! Do you understand nothing? Do you not see? She was either from the Crypt or she was a slave to some other Nightworlder! You're so stupid sometimes, Phillipe Storm don't you dare roll your eyes at me! Don't you dare!"

I laid my hand on her shoulder stopping her from digging her claws further into his skin, which from blood already was starting to drip. She looked up at me as she was not a very tall woman, in fact Aunt Angela wasn't tall at all.

"Yes Jack?" she said as she retracted her claws and I sighed and told her "Take it easy on him will you?"

"No"

"Fine," I told her. It was no use arguing with that woman, she would always win. Always. So sorry Phillipe, but Aunt Angela could be scary. Terrifying even.

I walked out the door leaving Phillipe with her. Some friend I am.

Victoria's POV

Several hours later:

After Lilly's and my talk I had left without a word. I had headed to the training room and I found myself barehanded punching a big hard punching bag repeatedly. Through every punch I put a little bit of my anger, one punch for every hit, one for every insult, for every wrongdoing done to me.

I don't have any idea how long I had been punching this bag it felt like only minutes. I looked up at the big clock, 15.45 p.m. Oh my! I had been here a long time, a little more than three hours to be exact.

I hit the bag ones again and then one more time before took a deep breath. This felt good, taking my anger out, to let go of so many bad memories.

"Ooh! It would seem like someone is an angry little Luna" I heard a male call from behind. I didn't need to turn around to know that it was James standing there smirking.

"Go away James" I said collected which was the exact opposite of what I was felt right now.

"You know I thought you could hit harder," he said in a mocking manner.