Pain (Danti) UNDER EDITING

Chapter 9

2 weeks later...

If you walk into a new home, you'd expect to be rushed with color and new design. You don't think that you'll see some bland home that doesn't hold a loving family. Dark Fischbach's house was the most lovable place you could be in. His home was surrounded in this happy, glowing aura that attracted people closer. The walls were splattered with pastel paints; hundreds of picture frames hung from the wall. Lights dangled from every corner of the ceiling, each giving off a warm glow. Dark wooden tiles coated the floor, which someone gave the rooms a more mysterious feel. Most rooms held valuable objects to the family that either hung on the wall or sat on shelves nearby. 

Boxes lined the bedroom I was given. It was a spare room that the family had and willingly gave it to me. Dark and I sat in the bedroom, slowly unpacking the little things I had. After a week of court visits and arguing with the judge, this was a relaxation point in my day. It took a lot of work to convince the court to allow me to stay with Dark without his parents adopting me. We had to find a legal way for me to stay with them without having to be shipped back to Ireland to get consent from the remainder of my family. Which isn't much.

I was fixing the sheets on my bed while Dark sorted through my stake of books. His eyes darted over the titles before letting them on the shelf over the bed. He was sitting on the corner, which was already made but wrinkled from him moving it. My eyes flickered over to Dark as he set three books on the shelf. His lips were pressed in a pristine line. When his hand went down to grab the next book, the title seemed to catch his eye. 

My eyes glanced over at the book, seeing the dark, hardcover cover quivering in his hands. It took only a second for the realization to dawn on me. In seconds I was standing next to Dark, my fingers yanking the book from his hold. 

Darks' head snapped to the side, his glossy eyes connected with mine. "Why do you have that?" He practically whispered. 

I didn't know what to tell him. There was no way he would believe whatever spewed from my mouth. "It's just something I picked up from a library a long time ago. It's nothing really, just some stupid book." It was a lame excuse, but it was the only thing I could think of. 

Dark bolted up, I looked up at him fearfully. He wasn't that much taller than me, but at this moment it seemed like he was towering over me like a monster in my nightmares. "You're telling me, that a book about a teenage boy committing suicide is nothing?!" I stumbled back away from Dark, fear starting to bubble in my stomach. 

"Yes Dark. The book means absolutely nothing in this sense. It's just something that I picked up," I lied once again. He saw right through me and didn't believe a sing word that flew from my mouth. 

"You own a book called 'The Death of a Lonely Soul', which the description clearly tells about a young boy whos trying to end his life. Only a couple weeks ago you were in this same position; standing at the edge of a bridge with hope that you could end it all. Is this where you got that idea from?" 

I looked at the wall behind Dark, refusing to make eye contact with him. Tears gushed in my eyes, giving me that threatening warning of the oh so salty tears. It seemed that I didn't speak fast enough because Dark's face became redder as anger spiked higher through him. 

"Anti answer me!" Dark bellowed. 

He took a step towards me, but I was instantly on the other side of the room. Flashbacks of my parents kept flashing through my mind, restarting all the anxieties that I burrowed away. 

"No, the book is not where I got the idea from. I got the idea from a young girl that I watched jump of a bridge when I was ten."

Dark's anger quickly vanished, it was replaced with sympathy and anguish. He walked over to me, cornering me at the edge of the room where he knew I couldn't escape anywhere. Hesitantly, he put his hand on my shoulder, involuntarily I flinched. His breath hitched. Dark turned on his heel and stormed out of the room. 

What did I just do?