Handling His Existence

•• Chapter One ••

Chapter One: Handling My Hatred.

"Can you hurry up?"

Gasping, I bolted upright in my bed, my heart beat unnervingly fast as thoughts and memories constantly flashed back in my mind.

"Whoa, Kailee," Hearing my brother's voice, I sighed, "Are you okay?"

I nodded unsurely, my hand still over my chest protectively as Klaus made his way over to me, gently placing himself at the foot of my bed. He took a deep breath, "Was it a bad dream?"

I nodded hesitantly, "It—It was about Lillian."

Klaus cursed under his breath, "God, I thought we agreed to put that behind us? We don't even know if it's true."

"Well, is it my fault that my brain decided to dream about her?" I snapped, eyes moving inquiringly over his face, now shining with regret.

"You're my twin, Kailee, yet sometime's I don't even know what goes on in your mind," Klaus grunted, now standing up, "Hurry up, or we'll be late for school."

I watched apologetically as my twin brother walked out of my room, before getting up. Within twenty minutes, I was already downstairs in the kitchen, Lillian not once leaving my mind.

"Morning, sweetie," Mum greeted, slightly glancing up from her cup of tea, "You ready for today?"

"Not with the amount of sleep she got last night." Klaus muttered, now shoving his cereal bowl in the sink as I gaped at him.

"What?"

"Nothing," I muttered quickly, "Where's Dad?"

"Early shifts at the hospital," Mum replied unsurely, her roots of her light brown hair slightly graying, "You sure you'd be alright today?"

"Mum, it's the first day of school," Klaus interrupted with a groan, "She'll be fine."

"Love you," She called out, while I made my way to the door—due to Klaus's speedy walk.

"Your thoughts about Lillian are messing up your façade." Klaus noted once we were seated in his white VW.

"I don't have a façade, Klaus," I sighed, switching on the radio, "Just drive."

• • •

"Hey! Where the hell were you?" Smiling at my best friend's eager eyes that sparkled as she stared at me, I shrugged, "Don't tell me you were here the entire time?"

"Principal Collintine is crazy about these assemblies," I sighed, "How have you been, Lena?"

"I—"

"Will the three candidates for Drakenside please step on the stage?" Principal Collintine's booming voice echoed throughout the hall, while I inwardly groaned, "Adam Wilde, Alissa Froe and Kailee Morrison!"

Sighing, I made my way to the stage, heart thumping profusely as I took note of Adam walking next to me—his curly dark head of hair bouncing—while I tried to keep my feelings in check.

This wasn't because I liked him—the opposite, really—but because whenever I'm around him, my blood reaches it's boiling point and my hand's start twitching for a knife to stab him.

"Didn't think you'd show up, Morrison." Adam muttered with a snort.

"Please," I scoffed, "I wouldn't leave this school no matter how great my hatred for you is."