Kiss of Death

Chapter 1 (Are You Okay?)

"Roxanne! Turn down that music! Its 5 o'clock in the morning!" my mom yelled from the other side of my locked bedroom door.

"Make me you old bat!" I screamed, jumping up and down on my bed rocking out to "If I had you" by Adam Lambert. He is the reason why I despise hot guys. Every hot guy I see, is gay. I swear, I'm gonna go lesbian one day, then all the hot guys are gonna be like  'I was just kidding, I like girls!' Yeah right!

"Roxanne Beth Jones! I swear to god if you don't turn off that horrible noise you call music, I will burn all your albums and electric guitars!" My dad yelled threw the door.

"You wouldn't" I said, not jumping anymore.

"You bet your spoiled ass I will!" he yelled. I sighed REALLY loud and turned my music down, not off.

"Is this better?" I asked in a snotty rich person voice.

"OFF!!!"

"Rot in hell old man!" I yelled and turned my music off. I heard him and my mother march there way back into there rooms. My parents are very rich and well known people. My mom is the best model for 2012, she has black hair and blue eyes. She's shorter than me by two inches, but a strong five foot six. She's almost never at home and takes business trips all over the world. My dad is a lawyer and wins 96% of his cases. He has brown hair that reminds me of a cinnamon bun because of the different shades. He has hazel eyes and is six foot two. My parents love me to death, but drive me insane, they need to loosen up some.

I sighed and grabbed an outfit for the day, yes, I get up early for no reason. My outfit consist of a red tank top and leather pants. On the tank top it has black jewels in the shape of a heart with a cross in the middle. It also has rips on my sides.  My leather pants are black with silver chains in the front. I picked out my wedges that tie like shoes in the front.

As I waited for the shower water to turn hot I studied my features in the mirror. My gray eyes shined against the reflection on my pale white skin. My naturally rose red lips was set in a small pout because of the lack of music. Oh, and of course my blue hair was in its famous lazy bun. Everyone except my parents think I die my hair. Even people who have known me since I was a baby. My hair was just naturally this shade of blue. I sighed as the water got warm and jumped in, washing my hair with blueberry shampoo. After my shower, I went downstairs to see Max, our butler making breakfast for me. The kitchen was filled with the smell of cheese omelet and sausage.

"Good morning Max" I said and slid into a chair.

"Good morning Ms. Jones" he said and handed me my food.

"Now max, we've been threw this, call me Roxie.  Ms. Jones is my mother"

"But I thought your mother was married, hence the Mrs. Jones"

"I know I can't believe he married her either" I said and we started to laugh. Max is the older brother I never had he's only three years older than me, but he's worked here since he was four. His father owns the maid and butler company so he would come with his dad everyday to work. Turns out Max is a neat freak and doesn't mind cleaning for other people, so he worked with his dad every day. That is until his dad passed the owner baton to him. Now he owns the company and his dad is retired with his wife in Hawaii. We get postcards every once and a while with pictures and souvenirs.

"Ms. Flowers called, she'll be a little late for today's lesson" Max said, I looked up from my plate, mouth full of omelet.

"Okay" I managed to say. Ms. Flowers is my personal teacher. I chose to be home schooled because I don't like people, but I do have one friend, her name is Stacy. We've been friends since I was ten, I'm 17.

"Eww, don't talk with your mouth full!" he said and scrunched up his nose

"Don't expect me to reply then" I mumbled as I ate my food. All of sudden a big piece of sausage forced its way down the wrong pipe, causing me to choke. I started to weez and hit my chair. Making choking noises, I looked at Max but he looked out of it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he shivered a little. He slowly turned his head to my half conscious self.

"He's coming for you. He's always watching!" he said in a raspy voice. He blinked and was back to normal.

"Roxie!" he yelled and hit my back and stomach. The sausage flew from my mouth across the room and my lungs painfully filled with air. My eyes started to water as I laid my head back on the table.

"Oh god" I mumbled as I drank my water.

"Roxie, are you okay?"

"What the hell was that Max?!"

"What was what? You were choking and-"

"No, not that! I tried to get you to help but you went all creepy and watched. Then you said something about somebody watching me and-" he cut me off.

"You should lay down, you all most died, you might have been seeing things that didn't happen" he said getting all serious, slightly mad.

"Whatever, I'm going over Stacy's" I said and went upstairs. I grabbed my blue and purple guitar. Slinging the case around my shoulders, I gave Max one last look before I started my walk to her house.