Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)

Anthem of the Outcasts

(((NINE YEARS LATER)))

(BLAKE’S POV)

“DAD! I’M HOME!” I shouted upstairs. 

“Hey Little Wolf!” Uncle Dahvie shouted from the kitchen.

“Hey Uncle Dahv,” I said as I hugged him.  “Where is Uncle Jayy?”

“Living room,” he said and I walked in to find Uncle Jayy facing the TV. Jeffree Star, one of the few people I didn’t call an uncle or aunt, was watching TV with him. I decided to be the little bitch I can be and jump on him.  I ran over and quickly jumped over the couch and landed in his lap.

“Fuck!  What the hell Blake!?” he yelled.

“Love you, too, Uncle Jayy,” I said, giggling.  “Can you take me to the store?” I ask him with my puppy dog eyes.

“What do you need?” he asks skeptically.

“Hair dye!” I shouted.  Dad promised that I could dye my hair when I turned fourteen, which I did last week.

“Go ask your dad and make sure he is still okay with this,” Uncle Jayy sighed.  I nodded and ran upstairs to Dad’s room.

“DADDY!” I yelled as I knocked on the door.

“Come in Princess!” I heard him say.

“Can I still dye my hair?!”  I ask, bouncing up and down in excitement.

He just sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“What colors?” he eventually asked.

“Uh… I have to ask Uncle Jayy,” I said.

“Go ask him then report back to me, ‘kay?” he said and I nodded.  I quickly ran down the stairs to see Uncle Jayy sitting with Jeffree.

“Dad wants to know what colors,” I tell him.

“Tell him to expect bright, funky, and colorful,” Jeffree said.  I nodded and ran back upstairs.

“Jeffree said bright, funky, and colorful,” I told Dad.  He just nodded.

“Let’s go!” I screamed.  Uncle Jayy started to laugh as we walked out to the car. 

***

We pulled up to the house and I still had no idea what color(s) my hair was going to be.

“Uncle Jayy!” I said.

“Nope.  Jeffree said not to tell you,” he said, smiling.

“Fine,” I pouted.  I wasn’t even aloud to have my eyes open while he was coloring it!

“Done!”  Jeffree said as he held out a mirror.

“Oh My Jinxx!” I yelled.

“I’m guessing you like it?”  Jayy said.

“I love it!” I yelled.  It was turquoise with accent streaks of purple, blue, and green.  I ran to Dad’s room and knocked.

“Come in!”

“Look! Daddy!” I screamed as I showed him my hair.  It was cut high enough on the left of my face to show off my eyebrow piercing Uncle Andy convinced Daddy to let me get.

“Wow! That’s, um, colorful Blake!” he said.

“Do you not like it?” I asked, upset.

“No! I love it! It just reminds me of when Carter had a similar style…” he trailed off.  He was talking about Mummy again.  Every time he did he would get really quite and not talk for a while.