Fooled

Chapter 8

Ashton was doing his best to stuff his car with trash, textbooks, and clothes that he hasn’t washed in weeks just as Damien walked up to him. When Ashton slammed the car door, Damien felt the need to punch him. He punched him square on the shoulder! Grabbing his shoulder, he yelped in pain. “What the hell!”

                “Are you kidding me,” He screamed, “You basically set me up with an impossible bet and you say what the hell?” Damien shoved him into his trashed car and Ashton began to chuckle. “And you laugh?”

                “Oh come on,” Ashton shrugged, “You were being arrogant; someone had to teach you a lesson.”

                “You knew that she was a freakin’ Christian?”

                “Yeah,” Again, Ashton laughed, “Is that going to be a problem for you?”

                “Hell yeah it is,” Damien shook his head looking around the parking lot to make sure that Kat wasn’t around. “She has this whole plan about waiting until after marriage! How the heck-“

                “Is Damien admitting defeat?”

                He couldn’t reply fast enough, “No!”

                “Then what are you complaining about?”

                “I want the wages jacked up,” He nodded his head, “If I’m going to do this I want 500 from each of you and You have to find someone to write my Chem report.” 

                “Yeah that’s if you can do the impossible,” Ashton shook his head with a smirk knowing that it was going to piss him off. Damien shoved his back into the car door again and he walked away leaving him on the floor in pain. If there is one thing Ashton learned it was to not piss off Damien Hart.

The party hadn’t really moved with excitement until Damien barged through the door. His shades covered his eyes but couldn’t hide the steaming anger from his expression. He snarled and pushed passed all the drunken idiots that try to rub off close to him.  He stormed straight towards his sister who was oblivious to his attendance to the party until he grabbed her arm and he started yelling at her. No one noticed but the music was turned off immediately.

                “Juliana Elizabeth Hart,” He screamed at her, “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

                “What are you doing here,” She became frozen quite like a deer caught in headlights except her eyes might have been a little larger. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was still in a sweaty mess from dancing in the middle of a crowd for an hour or two.

                “What am I doing here,” Veins began to pop and his skin was turning red from fiery anger, “Imagine my surprise when I get a phone call saying that my little sister is dressed like a whore and attending a party that I ordered her not to go to.”

                “Dami-“

                “No!” He cut her off harshly and grabbed her by the wrist causing her to wince in pain. “We’re leaving.” He then attempted to drag her out of the place but one of the drunken idiots swagged towards them.

                “Comeon Damien,” He slurred his words together but it was still clear enough for some to understand, “Share her with all of us.”

                Damien let go of Julia for a second and in one swift punch knocked the guy on the ground, “That’s my sister!”

                “Get in the car now,” Damien ordered her and she obeyed quickly. He followed her but not before getting a glance at Kathryn who was standing by Dylan just staring at him. Not surprised. Not scared. Just staring. Emotionless.

                Damien shook off the fact that she had just witnessed his violent behavior and made his way to his car. He opened the door to reveal a crying, angry, and silent Julia staring out the passenger window. She didn’t flinch when he slammed the door closed or when he started the car roughly and accelerated down the street. The entire way home she was silent but he could see her shoulders heaving from the corner of his eye. Not even a mile on his way, he pulled over and cut the engine abruptly.

                “Julia,” He started.

                “Just drive!” She yelled through her tears.

                “Not until we talk,” He replied sternly.

                “Drive!”

                “What the hell do you think you were doing here,”Damien shook his head, “I deliberately told you that I wasn’t going to allow you to walk around and behave like this!”

                “Like what,” She chuckled darkly, “Like a little whore?”

                “I’m sorry that I called you a whore-“

                “In front of everyone,” She cut him off, “Do you realize that you have never talked to me like that. Ever! And tonight you humiliated me. How am I ever going to show myself in front of them?”

                “By proving them wrong,” He replied, “Be the good kid wearing appropriate clothes and getting good grades.”

                “No one likes a goody-two shoes,” She rolled her eyes.

                “Since when did you care what people thought of you,” He questioned, “The little Julia Hart I know didn’t give a crap about what people said about her. She fought through so much more and she was stronger than anyone I knew. Now she’s trying to impress people? What happened?”

                Again, out of habit, she rolled her eyes, “Stop acting like Dad! He left;  he didn’t die and leave his kingdom to you.”

                “Well in case you haven’t noticed,” Damien replied harshly, “It’s been seven years; he’s not coming back and someone has got to look after you. And if that means following you around school making sure no one is staring at you like a piece of meat then so be it!”

                She groaned. Now she was just angry. No more crying or silence when he drove off. If there was one thing that Julia learned about her brother in the coming weeks it was to not piss off Damien Hart.

So I was hesitant on updating this chapter and taking this kind of direction. I mean it's been a week since I've updated and I had a lot of time to think about it. I know a lot of you are not going to like the direction I am taking with the story. If you haven't noticed She is a Christian. I am not trying to convert any of you! I'm not going to shove it down your throat; I promise! I'm one of those people that absolutely hate shoving beliefs down people's throats. I'm trying to make this story as realistic as possible and to do that this must be updated. 

To those, who might have decided not to read it anymore; I'm sorry! But a very smart person told me that I shouldn't write to please my audience. If I do that and it doesn't please me, then what fun would that be? So  first and foremost, I write for God & myself. It pleases me and it pleases God because I'm using talents he has given me if you feel differently then feel free to do whatever you want with this story. It's still open to EVERYONE [[Not just Christians]].

THIS STORY WILL NOT BE OVERLY CHRISTIAN; it'll be very sublte! :D 

BTW Sorry for shortness :p