Firecracker (On Hold)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ariya's P.O.V.

I am so unbelievably angry right now. I want to hurt someone; preferably that piece of pig scum and then Justin. He thinks he's a tough Marine, but he couldn't keep that guy away?! Excuse me if I don't believe him. If he really is as good a Marine as he makes out, then he could have kept the pig away easily.

I pace the room, trying to get rid of my anger. I know I can't hit anyone or anything, because I don't have enough energy. I'll start flagging far too quickly and I don't want anyone to see that.

As I march around the room, I can hear raised voices floating up the stairs. Justin must be arguing with that pig, because his is the first voice I hear.

"What were you thinking, Chris?! I told you not to do that!"

"You're really going to start with me, Justin?"

"Yes! That girl is under my care, in my house, and you just waltz in here like you can disregard whatever I tell you. I might not know her well, but I know her a darn sight better than you. I warned you she didn't like cops. I told you she wouldn't want to see you or speak to you but you wouldn't believe me. I told you she was dangerous and you completely ignored me. I'm not surprised she hit you, to be honest."

"You think I don't know what I'm doing, boy? She got a lucky shot in, that's all. I wasn't expecting her to go like that..."

Lucky shot? Is this guy for real? Ishould go down there and show him none of my hits are lucky. Everything is well calculated.

Justin sounds angry when he speaks next. "I'm not a child anymore, Chris. Don't treat me like one. I know this situation far better than you. That was no lucky shot. You were lucky that she didn't get anymore in. You should always expecther to go like that. I told you she's like no one you've ever met, but again, you didn't listen to me."

"I think you've bitten off more than you can chew with this one, J. You should let her come and stay with me. If I could handle you, then I'm sure I'll be just fine dealing with Miss Flynn."

"No. Just no, Chris. She's staying here. She doesn't need the same tactics I did. It won't work. I've tried it. She's too tough. I'm going to help her..."

Help me? Seriously? I can't believe they're talking about me like this. I guess I should be used to this. I heard enough of it when I was in foster homes. I'd sit on the stairs listening to people talk about me all the time. How I was a lost cause; that I didn't fit into their family or their lifestyle. How no one could possibly want me or love me. One family even said they could understand why my own parents didn't love me or want to keep me. None of them knew anything about my history, but they felt the need to comment on stuff they had no information on.

I feel a sense of déjàvu, listening to the two talk in the room below me. On one hand, I should be sort of pleased that Justin is fighting in my corner; not giving in to that pig. But then again I don't think he should be talking about me at all. He should just chuck that guy out of the house and never let him back. Heck, he should let me at the guy if he ever steps on the property again.