The Gifted

Chapter Twenty-Four

Thanks for being patient.❤

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I was startled awake by something being poked into my side. My body went into immediate defense mode as I became aware of the obfuscated outline of my assailant hovering the bed.

Before I could advance, however, the haziness that had webbed my vision dissipated to reveal the obnoxious Mutt.

I groaned.

He analytically inclined his head to one side; flaunting a smug look on his face and clutching a stick in his hand.

"Are you fricking serious right now?" I swatted the stick away and stood to face him.

He rolled his sea-green eyes at me.

"You do realize that you're being a drama queen, right?"

Oh? A drama queen?

How would you feel if a bunch of blood-wielding hillbillies kidnapped you and your friends, had this goliath-looking guy shove you without mercy to their dingy little dwelling and then forced you all to stay against your will?

Exactly.

So pardon me if my panty was all twisted and bunched up!

Plus he had poked me with a stick.

A stick.

"How the hell am being a drama queen? You were poking me with a stick! A stick! Isn't it ironic that the animal is doing that?"

He shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, which frustrated me even more.

"Mother wishes for you to join us for breakfast."

I almost laughed.

"That's her way of trying to make amends? Really?"

I stepped forward and pointed a finger in his face.

"Listen, Mutt. I don't want anything to do with you cannibals. Haven't I made that clear enough? Or do I need to bark so you'll understand?"

He glowered down at me.

"No ones's trying to win your affections. The world does not revolve around you, doll. And if I had any say in this, you wouldn't even be alive right now. So if you don't want to join us, then you can just do the world a favor: Stay here and starve."

His aura was expelling a resplendent shade of red. He was a living, breathing, ticking time-bomb.

I was making him mad. I liked that. I liked that very much.

"Fine," I shrugged and plopped myself down onto the bed, "I'll stay here and starve."

To be entirely candid, I didn't want to actually starve or stay there, but my ego and obstinacy were putting on their boxing gloves and there was nothing I could do about it.

I didn't think that the flaming red color on his face or in his aura could intensify any further, but they did. I was amused at my ability to infuriate him.

I started to hum.

The itsy bitsy spider...

"Are you for real?" He cried incredulously and wrenched me upwards by my arm.

"Do not test me."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I jeered, "Rambo?"

Without warning, I kneed him in the crotch, then the stomach for good measure. He doubled over in pain but somehow had enough strength to grab my leg before I could escape through the exit. I fell face-first and banged my chin hard against the ground.