Taste of Poison

Chapter Ten: Hell Hath No Fury

I'm evil/ Knocking at your door/ I'm evil/ Making you my whore/ I don't mind if you take what's yours/ But give me mine/ I'm like decay/ I rot the ground that guides your way – Sweet Things by The Pretty Reckless

PIA

Dad was gone out drinking, and I had told Mom about Dad cheating on her. While I was at school, she went to go file for a divorce, but Dad doesn't know yet. I don't think she's going to tell him until last minute.

Tab and I are pretty stoked about it. We've been waiting for this for a long time. Dad has cheated on Mom before, and she knew about it. The woman that he was cheating on her with, called Mom and told her that she was pregnant with his baby.

She actually was.

Mom couldn't believe that Dad cheated on her and got another woman pregnant. We have nothing to do with our half brother. He's halfway across America right now. He's five years old, I believe, and his name is Chan. I'm surprised Mom didn't divorce him then, but after I told her that Zamiel caught him at the strip club... I guess she didn't want to go through it again.

So she's divorcing him.

It pays to not to be a dick to people. It really does.

I was watching TV with Mom when my phone was vibrating. Tab was at his girlfriend's house, and we were just hanging out.

I ignored my phone, but then it kept vibrating and vibrating in my back pocket and wouldn't stop. I sigh as I stand up.

"Where are you going? We're just getting to the good part," Mom says with a pout.

"I'll be right back. I got to pee," I lie as I walk past the couch and into the kitchen to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and lock it before pulling my phone out of my pocket and seeing that Zamiel was calling me.

My eyes narrow as I call him back and he answered immediately.

"What do you want?" I snap angrily.

"Pia, I need you," he says over the line.

My eyes widen slightly at the tone of his voice. It was hoarse, and he sounded like he had been crying.

Zamiel crying? Rock the murdering drug dealer was crying? Who the hell made him cry?

"Are you crying?" I ask him with a frown.

He sniffs. "No... Yes... Maybe," he mumbles. "I need you here now."

I snort. "So you can play your stupid little games with me again? No. I don't think so," I growl.

"I fucking swear Pia. Get your fucking ass here right now or I'll-"

"Or you'll kill my mom? My brother? Me? I like to see you try," I defy him with a stern look on my face. "I get tired of being threatened, Zamiel. You keep fucking with me then I'll fuck with you."

He breathes out over the line. "Pia..." His voice changes. "I'm serious. I don't want any conflict. I don't want to play games. I just want your company. Please... I just don't want to be alone right now."

My lips press together at how desperate he sounded. "Why do you not want to be alone?"

I could hear him crying now. "Because I just want somebody to hold me... Please Pia. I don't want anything from you just your company."

Maybe I'm a softy, but I could hear the pain in his voice. I just don't want to go over there and deal with his psychotic breakdowns. I won't put up with that shit. I'm just going to walk right now if he starts it again.