Taste of Poison

Chapter Three: Unwanted Memories

 "You're nothing. You're absolutely nothing, Zamiel. Everything I do to you is what you fucking deserve," Dad growls harshly in my ear.

Pia gives me directions as I try to ignore the whispers of the past. In the end, I pull into a nicely paved driveway in front of a two-story stone house. It's the kind of house where you would expect the perfect family to live at. The flower garden in the front yard, the lively greens, the lush, perfect yard, the picket white fence surrounding the house, the nice family vehicle that's parked in the garage beside the pickup truck... It's all...so...domestic.

But I guess even houses like these have something ugly to hide inside.

I turn off my truck and both Pia and I climb out and walk towards the front white door. The concrete steps lead up to the porch, and I knock on the door. 

"You don't have to knock," Pia says with a frown. "I can just walk in and everything will be fine." 

A playful smile tugs the corners of my mouth. "You might be able to just walk right in but I can't. That would be rude." I pause. "I may seem rough around the edges, but I do have manners."

"You're drugged me, tied me up and threw me in your bathtub," she growls darkly. She looks at me with hate. I guess I can't blame her, but I don't care.

I am not a nice person. I'm am a very horrible person. I know that I am, and I know what I am.

I'm becoming a monster if I'm not already a monster. There's no turning back, and there's no redemption for me and the horrible things that I've done. I like to think that I'm heartless and cold, but I am really not. I regret and I feel remorse for what I've done.

Sometimes I wish I was dead. Sometimes I wish somebody would fucking kill me because I don't have the guts to do it myself.

I sigh as I just smile and ignore her.

Inside, I hear heavy stomping, like someone huge and angry was about to answer the door. 

I was right. 

A man, taller than my average height, opens the door. His face holds a permanent scowl and has many worry wrinkles cutting deep into his tanned skin. His eyes were much like Pia's. They look blue up close, but if you get closer, you see that there's some green to the strange color. Judging from the lounging pants and the over sized stained white shirt he was wearing and his messy dark hair, this man just woke up. 

"Hey, Dad," Pia says nervously.

The man doesn't even glance in his daughter's direction. He's looking straight at me. "Who the hell are you?" He asks bluntly. He's not even going to try to be polite. 

Well, fuck me.

I know how to do this, however. "The guy who saved your daughter from being attacked last night," I lie smoothly.

Honestly, I don't think he would care if I told him that it was actually me doing the attacking. I don't thnk he would care if I told him that I own his daughter.

"Where were you last night?" he asks Pia.

I mean, seriously, this man doesn't look like he gives a shit. He barely looks at his own daughter.

"I was out with Gwen and my other friends," she tells him.

He snorts. "No wonder you were attacked. Those girls are nothing but trouble especially Gwen."  

Growing impatient at the bullshit, my teeth grind together roughly. I'm tired of the small talk. If I need Pia, she needs to be available. Of course, her dad isn't going to know the real reason why I'll need his daughter...