Ethereal [COMPLETED]

IV. Ochre gold

Ethereal |4
•Angelina•

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"Hey Al." Ignore.

"Allie?" Ignore.

I ignored each and every thing going on around me. I only had one goal set on my mind right now, only one goal.

"Allie, hold up! Where are you going?"

I didn't answer that one either, well at least not until I was yanked back. "Allie,what is going on?" He stressed on every word.

"Andrew I don't have time for that."

"What exactly don't you have time for?" Okay, he is starting to really get on my nerves.

"listen Andy, I'm going to go have a little chit chat with out dad, then I'll come so we can have our daily gossip and tea, alright?" I said while stressing on my teeth violently.

"Okay, but I'm coming with you and joining the Chat!" he said with the same tone, then --  kind of -- led the way to my dad's office.

"What!" I said when I fully grasped the meaning to his words. "Why? No you are not, why would you? I don't want you there with me."

He sighed, "look Allie, I have no idea what's going on with you in that head of yours at the moment, but you are my little sister, and as the good elder brother that I am, I'm coming along." He didn't even give me a chance to respond. "Plus, that is the best for your sake."

"And why so?" I asked.

"Because the last time I checked, killing the Angel's king isn't good for future references. Not good for anything, in fact."

While muttering a 'whatever', I rolled my eyes at his exaggeration, but let him follow me, anyways.

When we were right infront of dad's study, I inhaled a deep breath, knocked at the door calmly, and without waiting for any response I opened the door, keeping my composure on, I entered the room.

"Look Dad I know it's really early for this now, and that I could've waited another time to get here, or maybe you're too busy now to respond to be. But know that I don't care, I came here for a purpose; I have questions and you are going to answer them, I'm not a kid anymore so stop treating me like one. So if you would please tell me right now how did my mother die? I'm sick of you keeping me in the dark, I'm sick of having endless torture and sleepless nights due to some sick nightmares and a bunch of unanswered questions! Tell me now how did she? And don't you dare lie to me!" I yelled once I flung the door open and entered the room. I had to do it once and for all, and now I found myself -- for the second time -- here in his office.

From behind me, I heard a "well I didn't expect that one." coming out from my brother. Idiot! I wanted to yell at him.

My father looked at me with a dumbstruck look on his face. Can't blame him though, it's still seven in the morning and here we are, already fighting.

"Allie, are you okay?" He asked me with a pity-party swirling in his eyes. I didn't want them. I wanted answers!

NO I'm not okay!

"Yeah dad, why wouldn't I be?" I said while Andrew snorted from behind me. I acted like the latter didn't exist at all, sitting down at one of the chairs infront of my father's desk.

The guy practically thinks I'm crazy. I'm not shading though, I caught him totally off guard on a Monday morning, with a not easy expression on my face. And we gotta face facts; who isn't moody on a Monday? As if he needs his daughter having a shout which will probably wake the whole city up.