Amber Wolf Eyes [Discontinued]

Chapter 2

Its been two years since my foster care agent dropped me off -Yes that's who Mr. Impassive is- I'm already being shipped off to another place. Lets just say its not in this state anymore. I refused to go anywhere close to here. So that's why I'm being shipped of to Wyoming. Uck, right?

You might be wondering how I got out of there so fast. Well lets just say there cat is going to be very cold for a while and their insurance has their work cut out for them. I don't care. Also I never really like cats, so its a win, win.

So now I have a new worker and a fresh start. Fun, right? Well, lets just say I'm going to make her life hell. It's kind of boring going place to place, so why not? I mean they ruined my life, so I'm going to make theirs hell.

Somewhere deep inside I probably know that this is not there fault, but they are the only ones who I can take my anger out on. The only ones who actually can't hurt me where it counts. My heart. The thing I protect so much that its wrapped in steel and frozen into ice that won't break and cant crack. Where its locked up so tight that no one can wedge themselves inside. I do this because everytime I let someone inside, I was the only one that got hurt.

In a weird way I am just protecting what was mine. Protecting my unseen weakness that could be exposed as easily as it is locked up and... Hurt. That is one of the reasons, I do it. I can not afford to be weak. Can not afford to be let down or stabbed in the back.

The car comes to abrupt start and I am forced to look up. By the time door is open the agent has already walked up to the door. As if she could feel the weight of my eyes, she turns to look at me with a glare that says, don't mess this up. Or I'll make you regret it. I roll my eyes and make my way up the steps.

The woman at the front door has her lips in a thin line and a hard face."Hello, I am Ms.Kennedy," she said in monotone. I look her up and down before crossing my arm and facing her stare straight on.

Her hard gaze turns. She nods at my agent, silently dismissing her. I don't care who she was or why she signed up for this, but I knew one thing, I would make her life a living hell.

I look her up and down and decide paint would be the better way to go. At first.

I wonder if she had a blender.

Her hair would be better off with it.

I smirk and she gave me a confused look. Ohh this is going to be so fun. I walk inside without her saying another word. She stands there before following. I quickly make out all the exit routes. Then, I got to the kitchen. And that is when I see the knives on the cutting board.

I love knives.

I sit on the counter and wait for her to come around the corner. Like i predictied she comes. And her stern ugly face turns into a frown.

"You know the counter is for eating and cooking, right?" she asks.

"Yep." I reply popping the p.

"Then why the hell are you sitting on it?"

"Because it's comfortable, duh."

"Get off the counter."

"Yes, sir!" I mock and hop off with a little salute.

I could see smoke coming from her ears as she reined in her anger. I laughed and began flipping the knife that I found, up and down. Her eyes widened, afraid, and the smirk on my face only grew.

"Do you have a blender?" I ask.

***

My butt hurts from sitting on the curb. Yeah, well I guess putting someones hair in a blender and throwing knives at their hamster, might get you kicked out. Not to mention killing their cat with paint, shatter their chandelier, and deleting all of their money from the bank. Which happened to hold over a million dollars.

So I guess that's why my ass hurts.

Fortunately, I got kicked out of the house. Unfortunately, I did not get kicked out of this hell hole of a town. As time goes on, I hear a familiar honk of a car I know more than my own name.

"Darci! What the hell did you do this time?"

I look at my new unfamiliar agent and smirk. She wouldn't want to know. I shrug and play it off like I'm innocent, which I'm anything but. She sighs and holds a hand to her brow. I knew I was testing her patience, but I don't really care.
"I left only two hours ago. How did you get kicked out already?"

"Actually I got kicked out an hour and half ago. I just been waiting the rest."

"Kid, you're not making this any better. You could go to jail for that."

I looked at her and faked surprise. "Jail! Oh no! Not that place, please!"

She took the bait and started nodding, "Yes that place. Jail is very dangerous."

I grin. "Where did you sign me up." I hold out my wrists like I want to go. Which I kind of do.

She shakes her head. "There not going to press charges as long you're under constant supervison, in this town. Which means your staying at my place. Since I'm the only person capable of having you stay and the only one who's willing to have you in their house."

My smile fell and I shot her a glare. "Nope, I'll take juvie instead."

My agent gave a exasperated sigh, "Get in the car, kid."

I mock a salute and jump in. I scan my new foster agent. Her tall frame is complimented with short brown hair and kind honey eyes. For a split second I felt bad that I was hers to deal with. She doesn't deserve it. The feeling passes to quick for me to consider it.

"So are you going to tell me your name or am I going to have to make up a name for you?" I ask.

She glances at me, "Its Lindley Harper."