The Baddest :Book One: (Editing)

Chapter 6 [Edited]

Chapter 6
"Someone give him an award for stating the obvious!"
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I step out of my car and go up to the unfamiliar car. It is a red convertible just like mine except the color. Glancing up at the house and I spot movement in the house, walking up I pull my keys out to unlock the door. But is is unlocked already. Huh? I push the door open with my foot and hear voices that don't belong to Shawn or mom. Following the voices into the kitchen and stop in confusion. There stands a guy about two feet taller than me and is probably two years older.

He turns around hearing me coming. "Who are you?"

I raise my eyebrows at his rude attitude. I place my hand on my hip, "I was wondering the same thing?"

"Pfft, me? I'm-"

"Honey! Your home early!" Mom stops in her tracks, "what did you do?"

The guy with the snotty attitude looks at me. Then I actually take in his appearances. He is lanky but has some muscle. His black shirt sticks tight to his buff chest and wears black jeans. His hair is black as coal and has dark stormy gray eyes. He is the guy from my dream! I take a step back from him, suddenly wanting as much distance as possible between us.

He examines me and takes in my facial expression. "You look like you just ate a handful of crap."

I roll my eyes, "mom who is this idiot?"

I point to him with my thumb.

"He is my son."

I stiffen at his deep voice. He can't be here, this is just another dream. I slowly turn around to the man with jet black hair and green-blueish eyes. The man who abused my family, the man I'm suppose to call father.

"Mom, hold me back."

I lunge at my dad, but mom obeys my command.

"Valentine!" Mom hisses at me, and the dream dude chuckles. I spin around to him, knowing he can see the anger in my eyes. He locks eyes with me and I watch his smile fade.

"What are you laughing at!" I make sure to show him all the anger I have for my father. I make sure he sees the hatred of how much I hate him, because he walks around with my fathers blood in him.

"So your Valentine, the one our father talks about."

Suddenly moms grip can't hold me. I'm so angry that I can't feel anything, except the rapid beat of my pumping heart. I lunge and wrap my hands around his throat. His eyes triple in size and he claws at my hands, gasping for air and I push him against the counter squeezing a little harder.

"He is not my father." I let go and spin around to my father. His face is expressionless and his eyes look soulless. He doesn't care that I was choking his son, and he doesn't even seem fazed. He looks me in the eyes, and I hold his stare.

"Valentine you probably hate me-"

"Your right!" I clap my hands and glare at him. "Someone give him an award for stating the obvious!"

"Valentine," Mom hisses at me again.

"No he shouldn't be back here. He abused us mom! He even tried to kill me! He would whip us with a cane and make you watched. That-" I point to him, -"is a evil soulless man!"

I see hurt flash in his eyes. He frowns and hangs his head low. "I know how I treated you guys. And it haunts me at night, I gave you a car and everything I could to make up for it. I'm sorry Valentine."

My anger courses through my veins and I know he can see it on my face. I can't stand to look at this man anymore. Storming out of the house I slam the door behind me, listening to the wood in the door split and pop. I don't bother driving while I'm so riled up.