Running Amok

Chapter 2

(Un-edited)

"It's none of your business, Axeton! Go back to your room!" My father bellowed, his voice deep and rough with anger.

I stood there; helpless and stunned. Before my brain could send the message to my feet to get moving, the porcelain vase that sat perched on top of the fireplace was taken into his large hand and thrown across the room only to shatter against the wall. I flinched, but didn't move. I couldn't.

A sudden crackling voice echoed over a bullhorn and I felt Isaac tug me behind the couch. He shushed me when I opened my mouth to speak, to scream, to cry.

"Police! Come out with your hands up!"

The simple words made a shiver go up my spine, and I suddenly felt like I was in some sort of horror movie. Maybe I was.

Both of us sat in the corner of the musky room, hearing the request being hollered once more before my father stepped into the open, and also stepping into the end of his freedom. I couldn't differ wether I should've been crying or not, but it didn't matter because the tears wouldn't fall anyways. Not today.

Awaking with a loud gasp, I sat up; the silky sheets falling off my chest and to my hips. I felt my own skin, cringing at the dampness of the sweat that forced it's way through the nightmare, again.

A soft sigh fell through my lips while I got up and staggered toward the shower, dragging the light sheet with me.

Maybe I could be a superhero for a day. I'd wish to have the power to erase memories. I'd erase all of mine; a clean slate.

I pulled the navy sheet over my shoulders and tied it around my neck, a small smile spreading across my lips as I glanced in the mirror.

"God, you smell awful Axeton," I muttered to myself, laughing, "You look horrid as well."

While stepping in the shower, I wiggled my toes and closed my eyes, listening to the soft thudding of the water hitting the tile floor. I was one of those people who stood in the shower until my fingers were prunes and the well was dry.

"Axeton! Hurry it up! We've got things to do!" Isaac yelled through the bathroom door. I grumbled a small agreement and quite slowly got ready for what would be just another day in a world that was crumbling at it's own desire.

I peeked into the mirror for a split second for the second time that morning.

"Ah, shit," I muttered while letting my fingers dance over the dark bruise on my temple. A soft hiss exited my mouth as I examined the, quite large, reminder of yesterday's events.

Apparently Silk had a small asthma attack due to the heavy smoke in the building, and I had simply run out of clean air to breath.

"What do you want for breakfast?" The beast asked. His tone was laced with I don't give two shits about what breakfast cereal you want, so I just dumped it in the bowl myself. The rainbow coloured bits tumbled past the limits of it's captor and onto the floor where our living vacuum would soon inhale it. Definition: Dog.

I sat and watched Isaac prepare his own food, taking notice of his lips subtly mumbling whatever was on his mind.

"Do you work today?"

He shook his head no.

"Are you going out tonight?"

This answer was the opposite.

I rolled my eyes and spooned a large mouthful of Lucky Charms into my mouth. "I am too. Silk's having a party tonight."

"Oh really? And what makes you believe that you're suddenly aloud to go to this party?" He replied, earning a snide remark about my abilities to be an adult for a night. That also earned me a swat upside the head.