All Your Fault

Chapter Two

The sun had begun to set, illuminating the dark clouds with a violet hue. My elbow was propped up against the door, chin in hand. The car was silent; the only sound heard was the rumbling of thunder and heavy raindrops splattering across the windshield. My phone vibrated against my leg and I jumped, digging it out of my pocket the caller ID screamed MUM up at me.

"Hello?" I answered after pressing the green button.

"Kasey? Honey, is Dorian with you?" her voice was sickly sweet, it exhumed fakeness.

"Dorian?" I questioned, glancing over at the stranger driving the car, his hands gripping the wheel tightly.

"Yes, Dorian. My boss, he was supposed to pick you up." She sounded exasperated.

"Oh yes, Dorian. Yes we are on our way." I tapped my fingers against my backpack lying in my lap.

"No don't worry about coming here anymore. Put Dorian on the phone." I knew this wasn't going to end well, it never did.

I held out the phone, "she wants to talk to you" he looked at the phone mutely before taking it from me.

"Yes Jillian what do you want." His voice was harsh, his eyes glared out the windshield, the wipers flipping back and forth in a rhythmic manner.

"You said you wanted her there. No this was a favor. No. Fine I'll take her back. Yes, I'll tell her. Bye." His conversation was short, seemingly one sided.

He all but threw the phone back at me, I caught it quickly, noticing how is jaw clenched.

"I'm taking you back; your mother says she won't be home tonight, or tomorrow night. Neither will your father." I breathed in deeply through my nose and went back to watching the raindrops trickle down the window, meeting each other in matching rivers. I silently traced them with my fingertips, the cold glass numbing.

"Where's your jacket. You certainly aren't poor or are you just to ignorant to watch the weather channel." His cold voice bit across the silent car.

I stiffened, "I'm not ignorant you stuck up rich boy." I snarled, my anger getting the best of me, I fought it down and swallowed the rest of my reply; let him think what he wanted of me.

"You are nothing but a spoiled brat who always gets her way, you are a child." I clenched my jaw at his jibe; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Yes" I whispered, "nothing but a child"

He whipped into our driveway, slamming on the brakes, I quickly climbed out and shut the door firmly, careful to not slam it. The rain poured down soaking my shirt and I ran up onto the porch. With shaking hands, I unlocked the door, the keys clanging. I slammed the door behind me, threw my keys onto the side table, and jogged up the stairs taking two at a time.

I shut my blinds and pulled off my wet clothes, my body shook from cold, my skin numb. It was a deep bone cold; I tugged on baggy sweats, thick socks, and extra large sweatshirt. Gathering up my curly wet hair into a sloppy bun, I grabbed my blanket and strode back down stairs.

I curled up on the couch, wrapping the blanket tightly around me, my head lolled back onto the couch, fatigue crawled over me; I slipped into a cold sleep.

"Let me go" I begged, tugging at the chain, my hand gripping her bare ankle.

She stood over me, sneering down at my weak form shaking in fear, her face contorted into pain. Hot fluid rushed over my hand, I pulled it away stained with crimson blood. Twin rivers of blood poured down her legs, pooling at her feet. The front of her immaculate dress now saturated with the viscous fluid.