The Bad Ones

T R E D I C I

I can barely contain the anger I felt. I feel betrayed. Again. York steps back a few steps, the fear evident in his eyes.

"How long have you known Ethan?" I ask him my voice so silent I wouldn't be able to hear myself from a distance. Ethan cowers a little and he looks ready enough to piss in his pants.

"I said HOW LONG." I growl out stepping closer toward him. "S-s-since the f-f-fu-funeral." Ethan stutters and I glare at him. Ready to kill him. Jack and Ethan's enforcer step outside. Jack gives me a warning look and the enforcer puts his hand on his gun.

I grab Ethan's shirt, fisting it in my hand. "I might not be able to get you today but you will pay for this." I hiss out with a clenched jaw. Ethan falls to the ground as I let go of him.

My father is alive. Shockingly, I never thought I could be more betrayed than I already was.

But hey, wasn't life made to prove you wrong?

I drive on Percy, going faster than usual. If Dad is alive does that mean Mom is too?
Did Jason know? What happened that morning? How is he alive?

I try to sort through my jumbled thoughts. Processing the fact that my father is alive and doesn't care about what happens to me hurts. It hurts a lot.

All I want to do now was go home, curl up on my bed and cry. I just have to make it home. But I can't. I have to check up on Linds and the group before I do anything else.

I can break down when I get home. I breathe buzzing myself in as the mansion's ancient gate opens. Breathe in. I pull up at the front door and let myself in.

Breathe Out. I show the security camera the middle finger knowing Oliver was watching me.
In. Out. Keep it together Rain. I walk to the basement because that's where we hang out.

A chorus of 'hey's greet me as I walk down the stairs to the state of the art basement. Equipped with 50" inch Samsung tv, PlayStation 1;2;3 and 4. Xbox 360 Kinect and Xbox 1 and 2 with a BluRay player as well as 3D viewing. All in the one corner of the room with the unlimited WiFi.

Two huge speakers, a pool table and a bar in the other corner in the opposite corner and a bookshelf stocked with the latest books and board games. The bookshelf was actually a secret door leading to the surveillance room and passages around the mansion.

I look around seeing Drew and Oliver playing games. Lindsay's on her phone probably on social media again.

"Where's Oliver and Skywalker?" I ask and Lindsay points to the bookshelf. "Surveillance duty." She says boredly and I roll my eyes.

Thankfully no one noticed my face or the shock I'm in so that's one point for me. But Oliver and Luke are the hardest to convince since they've known me the longest.

"Hey guys." I say walking slowly into the security room where they seem to be having fun.

"Hey Rain." Oliver greets with a wave of his hand as he sets out a couple of cards. "Hey Oli, hey Skywalker."

I say casually, a bit too casually. Oliver and Luke exchange glances watching me wearily. "What do you need Rainie?" Luke asks me seeming completely at ease but I can see he's on edge.

Swearing in my head, I paste a smile on my face. Keep it together. "I need Oliver for a sec Luke." He nods and walks out of the room for a second.

If we could go back two years would I still have been friends with these guys? Probably not but I'd always wonder.

The way every thing was hazardly laying around reminded me of My parents and how Mom always used to complain that Dad was lazy and couldn't clean to save his life.

Tears pool in my eyes but I refuse to blink. Fuck, I miss them. I missed My family for a while. How things used to be. It was so simple back then.

My eyes dart around the room and my hands shake. I'm losing it. "Raina," Oliver lifts my chin and looks at me. "What happened?" Oliver asks me and my lungs stop working. It's like I'm underwater and everything has a hazy quality to it.

Does this mean I'm going to see Mom now? No Raina, stay awake! My annoying conscious reminds me.

"Luke!" Oliver calls frantically. Skywalker looks at me with worried eyes. "Breathe Rainie. In. Out." He instructs and I try to do what he asks me.

Luke moves me upstairs in my room and positions my head between my legs and I whimper. I'm scared. I always had a plan for whatever life threw my way but I didn't have one today, not this time.

"Call Romero tell him to bring Nick." Luke says to Oliver and he nods. "Hang in there Rainie." Luke says soothingly and I flinch.

What if they do the same thing everyone else did to me? What if they leave too? I'm not strong enough to have no one.

But I don't want anyone who's just gonna leave me later. I laugh. A hysteria tainted laugh. "Leave me Luke." I say black tears falling. My mascara mixed with my tears to show I'm 50 shades of fucked up.

Jason was right. "Jason was right. Jason was right. Jason was right." I laugh and cry. My wailing increases as Luke hugs me. "It's okay Raina."

I look Luke in the eye. His gaze never leaving mine. "If Jason was right... does this mean Chris was too?" I ask him fully aware of the weight of my words.

Luke Forsyth has never looked at me with so much shock, horror and sadness and I laugh as he balks. "They were all right." I nod a scared expression on my face.

Nicolas and Cain storm into the surveillance room a petrified Oliver in tow. "What the fuck Luke?" Nick seethes and Luke jumps up in front of me as if warding off people and I rock back and forth.

Nick is here? Did he mean what he said to me when we broke up? Am I really that screwed up in the head? Maybe he took Heather cause she had less baggage. Good choice though... to choose a girl that starts shit instead of creating it.

Nick suddenly sees me behind Luke before going as pale as a ghost. "Not again." His voice softens as Oliver slips out the door just leaving Luke, Cain and Nicolas in the room with me.

"Who the fuck did this Luke?" Nick seethes and his eyes flash a promise of hurt and pain to whoever did this to me. I had no idea that he cared so much about me.

"I tried to make it stop Nicky." I sniffle my eyes probably bloodshot and racoonlike because of the smudged makeup.

"They were supposed to stay dead!" I cry scratching myself. "That's what they were supposed to do!" I say frantically tugging my hair. Restless.

Why don't they wanna go away? I'm broken. I'm shattered. I'm everything except whole.

And I'm slowly dying because of it. I look at Luke, Nicolas and Cain. "My father is alive... and he's coming after me."

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