Demonic - The Gathering (ON HOLD)

Chapter Ten

Ten – Pete

I found my way through the forest. I was literally shaking with anger. My love going off to love my most hated brother. I hope she and Jack die and horrible death. By me. I will plot a terrifying, excruciating slow and painful death for both of them. Angela wants to run off with Jack? Fine. But she will suffer the consequences just as bad as Jack will. I hated them. I. Wanted. Them. Dead. I began to breathe heavily with rage as I ripped my way through the bushes. A sudden crack behind me snapped me back to my senses. I turned around to face behind me. The crack came again. And again.

                “Who are you and what the bloody hell do you want?” I called, angrily.

                “Pete…” Angela’s soft voice replied.

                She came out of the trees and we stared at each other for a while before I frowned.

                “What do you want?” I snapped.

                “I don’t want to fight with you Pete.” She said softly. She was acting so differently. She was all sweet and nice now. I hated it.

                “You don’t love me you lying bitch.” I hissed coldly.

                “I’m sorry, Pete.” She murmured. “But I don’t want you to hate me. I love you…as a friend. Can’t we be that?”

                “No!” I cried. “I want you! All to myself. I don’t like sharing.”

                “Pete…”

                “Leave me alone, Angela.” I dismissed her.

                “No.” She said calmly. “I want to work this out.”

                “And I don’t want to work this out.” I replied. “And I always get what I want. Always.”

                She dropped her shoulders and sighed. Walking towards me, she stood in front of me. “Please don’t make this any more difficult than it already is. I want to be friends.”

                “I don’t. I’m not friends with anyone who loves my son of a bitch brother.” I shoved her away from me. “Do you have anything else more to say?”

                “Bitch.” She replied suddenly looking angry.

                “What?” I asked. “What did you say?”

                “You are a bitch Peter Usatan.” She said. It was then that I began to notice that the grass underneath and around her began to dry to a light brown colour. It spread to the surrounding trees and they drooped lowly. Dead.

                “So why am I  and bitch?” I demanded. “I thought you were…not wait…you’re not. You’re a fucking whore!”

                “You shut your mouth!” She snapped. She walked towards me. “You took me away from Jack. It was you.” She pointed at me. “I was originally with Jack and you took me away from him.”

                “You’re the one who fell for me.” I pointed out.

                “Right. My first mistake. If you never began to flirt with me, I could have resisted you. I thought you were a nice man. But I was wrong. Very wrong.”