Doomed to be Dead

Chapter 7- I wont tell

     I sat up in bed, I look around. I don't recognize this room. Where am I.  I reflected on last night. Oh right, Uncle Ryan's house. More like a fuckin' B&b. I get out of bed still in my Tshirt and jeans from yesterday. I sighed. We'd be staying here until One or both of us had the cash to move out. Which I promise Neither of us do. I'll start the blackmailing business back up. I know I promised mom. I'm not gonna lie, I am a cheat and a liar. It's what I do. I'm the kind of guy your parents told you to never trust. They would tell you to avoid me before I stabbed you in the back an you wanna know something, they are 100% right. If you aren't benefiting me anymore I will stab you in the back and leave you out for dead. I am some of the worst traits all rolled up into one human. Then all ya gotta do is add a dash of tragic back story, a whole lotta bad choices, and that spectacular tea spoon of sarcasm. Then you preheat the oven to 666 degrees for that amazing ghost vision. Then you have this amazing blend we like to call, Alex. What should I do? I guess I'll stay in here cause there is no way in hell I'm going to 'get close' or 'bond' with Uncle Ryan. I looked around the room my eyes landing on the drum set it had a band name on the front of it. The same band name as moms old guitar had on it. Bro and I never really liked asking about dad cause mom would always change the topic or start crying. We both knew that bringing dad up was probably going to be a mistake. Then again why worry about the past when you can live right now. I stood up vision going black for a moment as I stood on my feet. all the blood in my head seemed to rush out and into my chest. When my vision came back maybe 20 seconds later I went against myself and decided to leave the room I had claimed. I started down the hallway when I came to the stairs looking down it made me dizzy. I'm not sure why but it did. I stood there for a moment waiting for the fuzzy to leave my brain but as I stood it only seemed to be getting worse until I could almost consider it a migraine.  A horrible migraine I squeezed my eyes closed. How could this happen in less then a minute I clinched my jaw and put pressure on my temples with both my hands. When I opened my eyes again everything was dark. My vision was black. The sane feeling from getting out of bed. I wanted to scream but my jaw had locked from when I squeezed it shut. All if a sudden I felt hands on my chest keeping me from falling down the stairs, not human hands more like a ghost but darker, colder. I fell back onto my butt and back hit my head on the floor and suddenly I was alone in the hallway, and all the pain and dizziness was all gone. I looked around for the ghost that pushed me. Nothing. I stood up dusting my pride of a little bit I look around again. What was that? I would probably never know. I was probably never meant to know. I walked down the stairs turning into the kitchen avoiding the main room. Assuming the majority of people would be. I looked up from my feet, oh great. There was a girl standing at the fridge. She was tall with a sort of blonde Ruby rose haircut. She was shorter then me but tall still. I frowned puting a 'mad at the world' face on. She turned around and jumped a Mike when she saw me. What was she doing. Time for business.
     "20 bucks and I won't tell." Her jaw dropped and a glare set into her face. She might try to fight me. I highly doubt it.
     "I don't think you actually kniw what I was doing." I could guess. What else would be afraid someone caught you doing in a fridge.
     "You were stealing booze. It's not hard to tell. Just for that I'm gonna charge you an extra ten or I'm snitching." Oh she would pay they always do. She rolled her eyes
     "Who do you even think you are" I smiled and licked my lips
      "I think I'm the guy that walked in on you stealing booze who just so happens to be the owner of a viral blackmail blog. Who also has the power to tell ever mother fucker in this house if you don't pay up" She rolled her eyes
     "I want to hate you I just can't bring myself to do so." I grabbed the 30 out of her hand.
     "Yeah you seem cool. I guess." I smirked at her. And I guess that was the birth of our friendship.

[An: sorry about this chapter. I wrote most of it on my phone so.... yeah here it is]