Angels Gone Rogue

Chapter 3

I wait until they all finally decide to disperse from the living room, the only thing that knows about the whole situation other than those three. They are keeping secrets from me now? How long has this been going on? When will it stop? Home, the one place where I thought I would be involved in with everything, I'm actually not.

I walk out of the kitchen and trudge myself up the steps and into my bathroom to take a shower. I shut and lock the door before sliding down the wooden barrier between me and the secret keepers. Staring at my white socks I pluck at the fabric that wasn't fitting in, like me in this world. I finally just take them off and stare at my feet. They look awkward and long, I pull at my big toe and watch as it plops right back down on the tiled flooring.

Standing up, I strip my shirt and pants off and throw them into the hamper along with my dirty white socks. I grab one of the washcloths that rest on a shelf and rinse it under hot water before squeezing it out to rub it up and down and all over on my tired face. I like the way it feels, cleaning out my pours and collecting all of the dirt and grime I collected from this whole day.

I cannot hide the fact that I'm a bit upset at them hiding secrets from me. I thought that we were all in this together. I watch as my eyebrows curl from the moisten small towel and notice how they bunch together.

"Adrian! Hurry up, I need to use the restroom!" Isaac bangs on the barrier making my ears sting from within by the irritating sound.

I just ignore him and turn on the shower all the way to piping hot, maybe feeling the hot burning needles of the showerhead would make me forget the pain of not being let in on anything in my life. Just maybe it'll make me forget how much the pain in my soul hurts by giving me pain to my body physically instead of emotionally.

I could hear Isaac's huff of exasperation along with his heavy footsteps getting farther away. There are other bathrooms more like two, the house is pretty big. It's funny how I'm not the poor or middle class kid that everyone picks on and bullies.

The movies are wrong, rich people can still get bullied too, they aren't always the popular kids. Now, I might have the big house and the car that I've always wanted but that doesn't mean I am a snobby ass.

I'm more of a teen that doesn't give a shit about money really, except that I have enough to keep me alive, more of a teen that is in his own world because this one pushed him out and shunned and also banned him, more of a teen that loves the earth and tries to make it in the world he was forced to be born in.

I shake my head and take off my remaining articles; placing them also in the hamper, I step into the steamy hot water, biting my lip to keep from yelling as each water molecule hits me and seeps into my now reddening skin.

I force myself to get over the pain like I do on a daily basis and pick up the soap to clean myself off. I feel the water swirling around my awkward feet and running down my tattooed body. I run the Irish Spring soap over each tattoo and over my red patched skin.

I remember when I got my first tattoo along with Isaac. We both waited for only five minutes before some guy walked out with not a damn thing on his body, I remember looking at Isaac and he mouthed 'Damn pussy, he punked out.'

I smile at the memory and run my finger over the wording that says "Freedom Is Not Free." on my arm.

I look at my left hip and read the words "Evil" and then I turned my head to my right hip and read the opposite "Good". I never really knew which side I belonged to, so I just picked both.

I turn over my left palm to reveal my tattoo of a feather that has half of it with black feathers and the other half with white feathers.

I really do wish I knew which side I belonged to, the light or the dark?

After making sure I was cleaned from today's grime, I turned off the shower and toweled myself off. I wiped off the steam on the mirror and moved my wet hair from my face. Quickly I brushed my teeth and wrapped the towel around my lower half before walking out and meeting up with one of the secret keepers.

"Hey, son?" My father spoke questioningly.

"Yeah, dad?" I felt a shiver run up my spine from the cold air hitting my bear chest, we should really turn up the heat.

"You know if you're ever in trouble or need me for anything, I'm always here right?" He placed both of his hands in his pockets of his grey slacks and rocked on his heels.

"Yeah, of course," I nodded my head feeling the tussles of my hair falling forward onto my face once again, irritating me even more than before. "why?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you knew that," He patted my bare shoulder. "Goodnight, Adrian." He started to walk off and I noticed how his shoulders slouched as he stopped right in the middle of the hallway to turn towards me once again.

"Make sure you still have your dream catcher, A. It's always good to have it." With that he turns on his heel and walks down the circled hallway to get to mother and his' room leaving me puzzled; with my eyebrows furrowed. I walked myself towards my room feeling how the soft carpet dampens from my wet feet before my toes hit the wooden flooring in my room.

(This was the third chapter of Angels Gone Rogue!! Hope you enjoyed! Please vote, comment, share, read, and fan!! I love you guys so much and I hope you are loving this book as I do producing it!! Until next time!)