Hell's Personal Assassin: Book 1

Chapter 32- Part b

After throwing all of my school necessities for the day into a small bag I stepped out of my room and into the cologne-stenched hallway. Thank God that Dayna didn't have to go to school today. I would've ended up on the floor, suffocating from all of the chemicals in the air.

How ironic. Talking about dying when I'm technically immortal.

"Michelle!" my father roared from the kitchen, the sound of metal clashing against metal echoing up the stairs.

"Be right there!" I retorted as ran over to the railing and down the stairs. My bare foot hit the marble tiles of the first floor just as the smell of raw meat hit my noise, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. I dropped my bag onto the floor next to the stairs and walked towards the kitchen, trying to calm the adrenaline of running down the stairs.

"Hurry up and eat. You're going to be late," my father - with his back to me - said just as I stepped into the kitchen, putting me in shock for half a second. 

Keeping my cool, I let a small, "Ok" slip my lips as I walked towards the table; my stomach started making quiet growls the moment I sat down, begging for food.

And not the kind my dad was cooking.

I muttered cuss words to myself silently as I lowered myself into the seat more, my back placed where my butt's supposed to be.

"I made bacon today," he said just as Zach came into the kitchen, his expression showing he was only half awake.

"Yay," Zach mumbled very unenthusiastically, making me smirk at him. He hates bacon.

"Shut the fuck up, Zach, it was the first thing I saw," father mumbled tiredly, making my smirk into into a held back snort.

This family, I swear to God.

"Whatever old man," Zach said grouchily as he plopped down into his seat, resting his arms on the table. "I'm not hungry anyway."

"Yes you are, son, shut the fuck up," dad stated firmly as he placed three strips of bacon on each plate next to him and brought them over to us. Once the plates hit the table my eyes looked down at the food with sadness.

I couldn't taste it anymore. Everything edible had no taste to me anymore. 

It wasn't necessary for me to eat that food anymore, though, since I was no longer human; so I can understand why my taste for it was gone... somewhat. 

"Aren't you gonna eat?" Zach bluntly asked, staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I looked up at him with sad eyes and met his emotionless ones. He doesn't think of me as a sister anymore. I can tell by the looks he gives me. He thinks I'm some type of demon that fakes having feelings and kind thoughts. I don't know what I did to him that night that made him think like that, but I do know that I wish there was a way for me to turn back the time and force myself not to tell him. It would've made life so much simpler.

"Yeah," I said slowly, picking up a fork and stabbing a strip of bacon with it. "I am."

After that we ate in silence, a few coughs from dad adding to the indefinite tension. By the time everyone was done we just put the plates in the sink together and went our separate ways. There was no conversation, no farewells, no laughs.

Just bitter silence.

***

My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I tried to calm myself down. I tried not to look at Zach while I was driving, not necessarily planning on killing him - even though he's being a dick.

Him, on the other hand. 

"You're songs are shit, you know," he said bluntly, making me hold back a growl. 

"It's a radio station, not my playlist, dumb ass," I replied as I forced myself to unclench my grip on the steering wheel. 

"Well then your choice in stations suck ass, bitch," he spat, making my breathing hitch. A growl slipped out on accident, which made Zach visibly stiffen.

"Listen," I said after three minutes passed by of me driving us to school in silence.  "I understand that you hate me, but keep your insults to a minimum."

"Why-"

"Because," I growled harshly, a dent on the steering wheel now from my grip. "If you don't, I can't promise I'll hold my anger anymore."

"Whatever," he muttered as I saw him lean against the door of the car, subtly keeping his distance. 

I can't deal with him and his attitude right now. I need to be focusing on my SAT and driving. 

"Why are you talking to yourself?" he asked me, making me hit the brakes and turn to him. Just as I turn I see his eyes were shut before I hit the brakes, his eyes bulging out of his head right now. The sound of a horn behind us didn't make me flinch, though. I was frozen in my spot in fear. 

Why?

Because I know for I fact that I didn't say that out loud.

Sorry that the chapter is so short, i'v been rlly busy...

gtg