My Immortal Instrument

Chapter Two

Scarlett's POV

I woke up to the smell of... burning? Simon must be cooking for me again. Just one day I'll wake to the amazing smell of perfectly cooked bacon.

I pull on some leggings and a old Batman t-shirt of Simon's then I quickly go down to help him.

'Are you trying to burn the house down!?' I shout smiling, then taking the steaming frying pan off the hob. The contents of the pan were completely burnt and blacked. How did he manage that?

"Sorry Scarlett," Simon said whilst pouting his lips.

I sigh and offer him some cereal.

"You know I don't eat breakfast."

"Or dinner or tea," I laugh. "It's a wonder you're stil alive and manage to look nineteen," I laugh again scooping up some of my cereal.

Simon did eat sometimes. Just not often. This did actually worried me a lot and I've never know the real reason why he didn't eat. Maybe he's on a diet?

The reason I live with Simon is because, sadly, my parents where killed in a accidental car crash when I was just nine years old.

Simon used to be my mum's best friend, apparently, I don't remember. So that's why I was given to Simon. He's treated me like his own. Even though he does look like a nineteen year old with a sixteen year old daughter.

How does he look so young? I know he's only in his thirty's but come on!

I slurp the last bit of milk and put my empty bowl in the already filled sink.

"You need to wash these dishes," I demand whilst picking up my bag.

"Why can't you?" Simon moaned.

"Because I'm going out."

Jace Jr's POV

I sleepily walk out of my bedroom. Missing my comfortable bed. I find my way to the kitchen. The first thing I noticed was that there on the table was some perfectly cooked bacon set out neatly on a plate. Slowly, I go to pick up a strip. When a fast hand slaps my hand away making me flinch away in pain.

"That's mine. Thank you," says uncle Mangus laughing. Quickly, grabbing the plate he walks over to the far corner of the kitchen where the delicious bacon was out of my sore hands reach.

I sat on a stool and rested my head on the uncomfortable table.

"It's wasn't your fault," says uncle Alec walking into the kitchen. He says this every morning knowing that I still blame myself everyday for what happened to my poor parents.

"Oh don't start this again darling,"

I hear Mangus say then he softly kissed Alec on the cheek. Alec blushed and smiled at Mangus.

I stand up. "I should have done something or at least refused to let him in!" I shout and bang my fist hard against the table.

"Be careful. That table is mahogany!" Mangus shouts.

I sigh and walk out of the kitchen and dragged my feet as I walked to my bedroom.

I heard Alec call my name and I heard the sadness in his voice.

I decided to just ignore him.