Hidden Evil: Book One In The Sons Of Necrom Series

Chapter One: Death In The Family

Chapter One : Death In The Family

You know, it's kinda funny how hard bad news hits you. It's always annoyingly unexpected.

And annoyingly annoying.
Yeah, i said that.
DEAL WITH IT, HATERS.

Anyway, Rick and I were busy chilling, eating , playing ,Halo on PS3.
You know, normal stuff.
Stuff you do before your life turns to shit.
Before the world ends in the blink of an eye.....
"Dude, you realise Bianca is cheating on you, right," I popped open a bottle of Dr Pepper.

Now don't think of me as a gossip
I just don't wanna see my best friend getting hurt.
Besides, Bianca is nothing but a cold, stone hearted, nasty little slut. Just thinking about her makes me want to puke.
Ughh.
"How is that any of your business, Ryan?" Rick gave his what the fuck face. He must probably think I'm jealous of his relationship with the slut A.K.A Bianca, which I am not by the way.
God, some people jump to conclusions.

"But last week I saw her making out with Shane and his hands were all over her ass and.... ", he cut off before I could continue.
"Dude! A: I'm cheating on her too and B: Mind your own damn business! " he said, giving me his drop it asshole look.

So I dropped it.
Can't blame a guy for trying, although I don't think he needs any help with the ladies.
I mean, the guy is practically the Justin Bieber of the school, especially with his deep blue eyes, dark brown hair, firm jaw and an attitude to boot. Rick Sanders was a guy the girls of Pinewood High were dying to go out with.
I, on the other hand, am a mess and definitely NOT a hot one with a mess of flaming red hair, deep green eyes and freckles that would definitely look better on a girl. I took most of my looks from my dad though, minus the red hair and the freckles. Those I took from my mom, who had a heart shaped face filled with wonder, amazing grey eyes and a beautiful smile for everyone.

"Dude, please tell me there is beer in the fridge and not this Dr Pepper nonsense. " Rick's eyes were pleading as he batted his eyelids.
"Has there ever beer in my fridge? " I smirked as I sunk deeper into the couch, which was fast becoming the greatest thing in the world.

Then Mom came in.
Along with the news that ruined me...
"Hi, Mom," I jumped off the couch and instantly regretted my decision.

Damn, that couch was soft, I thought as I walked up to Mom to give her a hug.

Then I noticed something was wrong with Mom. I looked into her eyes and saw tears glistening in them.
Yep, something is wrong, I thought immediately.
Mom never cries.
And I meant NEVER.
Once the whole family decided to watch Titanic the movie. At the end of it , Mom was the only one who didn't cry.
THE ONLY ONE!!!
Her excuse?
Life's too short for tears.
Dad sometimes called her the drill sergeant, despite the fact that Mom was practically a giggle box.
"Whatever you say, Sergeant," he would smile jokingly.
Wait a minute, I thought, Dad hasn't called since Tuesday. I hope he's okay.

Little did I know that Dad was the reason why Mom was crying.
And it wasn't good news.
At all.

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Dad can't be dead.
He can't be.
These were the thoughts that kept flowing through my head for the next few months. These months were filled with nothing but sadness, anger and regret.

"Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!! FUCK!!! FUUUUUCCCKKK!!! I kept screaming into my pillow repeatedly.
I was filled with nothing but rage, due to the fact that Dad had been taken away from us in such a cruel manner.

He had told us he was going to his hometown Hell's Gate , Dublin.
Truth be told, I was glad we never went to that town.
Just the name alone gave me the creeps.

"The local police say it was a bear. The damage to his body was obviously not done by anything human," Mom sniffed, looking older than her thirty three years of age,"I mean, his body was torn to shreds, his heart was missing... But how does a bear attack a person on his front porch? I-I don't..... " She trailed off, unable to say anything else.

Not that there was anything else to be said.
She did lose the love of her life. So the only things left to say were prayers for the dead and curses for the murderer who I bet waa practically slapping his knees at the thought of him fooling the Hell's Gate County Police Department.
Bastard.

There weren't a lot of people at his funeral, which was understandable considering the fact that both Mom and Dad had no family, which was strange considering that Mom always talked about her sister.

Well, at the moment, I really didn't care though. Funny how the loss of a parent changes your perspective of life.
"Goodbye, Dad, " I whispered at his grave, tears running down my cheeks. "We'll always have Supernatural."
Supernatural was our favourite show, because Dad always said a little demon hunting should serve as a break in our boring sad lives.
"I love you, Dad. "

When I got home, i just went to sleep.
I needed it.
I hadn't slept in three months.

Author's Note:
So, how is the book? Love it? Hate it? Give that little star some sugar, and give me a few tips on how to make it better. And let's not forget the efforts of a few friends of mine in making this book beautiful.
My class mates and a co writer. See you guys later.
Love,
C. I. A