The Daughter Of The Sea God

THIS MEANS WAR

Being pissed was an understatement. Being angry was an understatement. Being furious was an understatement. The only thing that would currently describe how I was feeling was so enraged I couldn't describe it.

Since the taxi driver abandoned me in the middle of a road, I had to walk back to the stupid house. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of killing Roy. I must've thought up one hundred ways to end him. And that was a promise I was definitely going to keep.

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When I get back, my legs feel like limp, squiggly spaghetti. Squiggly spaghetti that just spent an hour waddling around under the hot sun. However, they were still in excellent shape for kicking the shit out of people named Roy. Especially roman Roys who liked to hire creepy taxi drivers.

There were guards standing at the door of the building, dressed as doormen that practically squawked disbelief when they saw me come in. But for whatever reason, they didn't stop me.

So I walk in. I just keep walking until I get to my room. And by the time I'm there, I'm seeing red. I hoped that I would be alone but unfortunately, that was not the case.

"So, where've you been?" Jason asks, emerging from the shadows.

"Out." I snap and shove past him.

He walks after me like a puppy. "What's put you in such a mood?"

"I'm not in the mood." I fire back and stomp into the washroom.

"Uhh, not in the mood to answer my question?"

"Yes dumbass!" I explode. "Can you not see I'm busy?"

He tilts his head. Puppy. "You're not doing anything."

"Yes I am." I grunt, crossing my arms.

His eyebrows shoot into the air. "Oh really? Care to enlighten me?"

I roll my eyes. "Well aside from breathing, living, and standing, I'm scheming."

"Whatcha scheming about?" he continues to pester.

I inhale very deeply and very slowly. "I am scheming up ways to kill Roy."

At that, he starts choking. He practically trips himself into my bathroom and turns on the tap, frantically trying to take in more water. I don't bother mentioning it will only make things worse. So he keeps forcing water down his throat until he finally stops choking and proceeds to collapse on the tiles floor. It's silent for about three seconds.

"Um Jess, what's this?"

I look down to find him propped against his elbows, a lacy red bra dancing on his fingertips.

I smirk. "What do you think it is?"

He raises an eyebrow and mirrors my smirk, dropping it. "Kinky. Now, would you like to explain to me why you're trying to kill Roy?"

I glare at him. "Who isn't trying to kill Roy?"

He shrugs. "You have a point there. But still, he's not exactly dead is he?"

I grin. "He's never met me."

"Actually," Jason coughs. "He has met you. Hence, you know his name and he knows yours."

"Oh my gods." I snap, pissed again. "Please stop being a smartass."

He raises his hands in the air as if to surrender them. As if. Then after a while, he pretends to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key. Which is kind of a moot point seeing as how he starts talking immediately afterwards.