Beautiful Disaster

Beautiful Disaster Chapter 7

Chapter 7

            “WAIT! You’re a what?” Poppy shouts clinging onto the dashboard when I make a screeching turn onto 152nd street. Slamming down on the gas the back tires squeal against the pavement shooting the car forward. Poppy shrieks as her body flails back into the seat. In a moments time I abruptly smash on the breaks halting in front of Declan’s house. Poppy flies forward hitting herself against the dash. “Ah! God damn it that really hurt!”

                “Should have been wearing your seatbelt,” I mumble as I slam the door shut and stomp around the front of the car. “Leonor!” I shout marching my way up the drive and ready to single handedly kill something. “You’ve got some explaining to do!” 

                The front door slams shut as Leonor emerges out, her shoulders back, head held high, and with every bit of her radiating the bittersweet taste of what appears to be distain. Izzy stands beside her with a pout drawn across her crowded features. “What are you screaming about now?” She asks not bothering to hide the hatred threaded in her words. Instead of waiting for a remark I was not about to give, Izzy rolls her eyes and moves passed Leonor. The girl who walks with every move subjugated to be perverse meets with me face-to-face. She scuffs but in return I give no patience as I barricade my way through her. “What the hell!” Izzy shouts throwing her arms in the air. “What got lost in your butthole?”

                Izzy’s voice sounds like a million miles away as with everything else drones to a complete mute. There’s only one thing I’m focused on. Murmuring voices collectively merge through the cracks of opened houses and freshly cut yards, but I ignore it all. It’s the sound of my own heartbeat that orchestrates through the silence.

                “You didn’t tell me!” I bark. “You knew I had every right to know what I was! And you didn’t tell me?” I’m only a foot away but my voice can be heard houses down.

                Leonor’s eyes fall immediately into slits with a raging fury ready to set fire. “How did you come of this information?” Is that all she asked after a moment of silence.

                “I don’t know.” I spit back. “Does it matter?”

                Her brows drawl within. “Yes, it does. Avala—”

                “I’ve been lied to, Leonor! Over and over again!” My teeth clench. “Everything was nothing but a fucked up lie. Now wasn’t it?” I take a step forward. Leonor’s arms fold together with her eyes clutching onto mine. “You and Troy—and God only know who else has been lying to my face for years? Haven’t you?” I look at her searching for some reaction, but her gallant face never fails to reveal the curse of the truth.

A strand of her blond hair rivulet’s across the soft pink of Leonor’s cheeks. Her head straightens, her eyes already fixed on mine, and what she says is tranquil, composed but the deadliest of all. “You Avala are not just some other creature. But something far greater that you neither I can comprehend. In whatever way you gained this information, and I fear I know how, you know that you are only the one of your kind. And that is dangerous.”

            My gaze hardens. The pounding of my heart increases—and every single nerve of mine is on edge. “Peachy,” I hiss trying to hide the fact that she’s right and I fear it.

            “Don’t be mad at me because you’re re frustrated with what you’re feeling and don’t understand what’s going on. Don’t be hatin’ the player hate the game—”