That's Not Her

8. She go in for murder

Maia's point of view.

I kept painting as music blasted in my ears. While rihanna kept singing about monsters inside her head I drew the goddess in mine.

Kali. I read about her in a book about Indian mythology. I never really understood her because how could anyone worship someone who looks like a monster. Until now.  When I started punching Jose I didn't wanted to stop until he stopped breathing.

Everything I was mad about came rushing back. My mother's words, Mama Kay's sickness, Mark's beautiful eyes with tears in them and my fault and helplessness in everything.

While painting the cuts on my knuckles opened up again butt I couldn't stop painting as my blood mixed with paint creating the goddess in front of me. One who is Justice without mercy.

Once I was done I backed up to look at my work. Perfect. A demon goddess to punish the demons. Satisfied I went down to wash my hands and get bandaged from dad. I touched my cheek which started throbbing with pain now that the painting was done.

I knocked on my father's library knowing he won't be asleep. Knowing I'll need him at one point.

"Dad? Do you have a pain killers? My hand hurts?" I asked in a quite voice. I was afraid he might be mad at me.

"Of course Darling. Come in. Let's clean the wound before it gets infected" he smiled. I could see his eyes were very tired.

He was removing paint from and hands delicately and with a doctor's efficiency.
"Are you mad at me?" He frowned in confusion when I asked. Good.

"Not at you. I am mad at the situation. At myself for not checking up on that instructor's history ore thoroughly. Mad at your mother for saying what she did when you were so clearly upset that you got physically sick." He explained as he started wrapping my bandage around my hand.

"I don't want  you to fight with mom because of me. We both knows how she is with me. I can handle it. It's not like I care anymore. Don't worry about it. Worry about how Mama Kay will react once she finds out what happened today." I laughed when he stopped in middle of dressing with horrified expression.

"How many years will she go in for murder?" He asked, genuinely worried. He knew how scary that woman can be. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. He happened to see that woman in action.

"Relax. I'll break her out of jail. I promise." I smiled at him. Once he was done with my hand he gave me a couple of pills saying not to mix them with alcohol. Then he remembered who he saw talking to and laughed again.

Just as I was about to leave I turned around to face my father again.

"Where is Jace?"

"Out to beat up every guy named José until he finds the right one" he said proudly.

God. I loved that asshole sometimes.

I went back to my room amd saw a message notification on my phone. It was from Mark.

Mistake - Alec told me what happened. Are you fine? Please reply to this. I am really worried.

I took a deep breath as I read the message twice. He still cares. He still worries. I wanted to beat up Alec with my already batteredhand for tell Mark about all of this. I shook the thought and tried to find a reply that was polite and formal. One that will not initiate conversation.

Me- I am fine. Thanks for checking in. Appreciate it.

Then my phone buzzed again immediately.

Mistake - want me to come up there and beat that bastard to pulp?😊

I smiled. That offer was straight to point and pierced my heart in one quick and ruthless motion. I almost said yes but controlled myself enough to type a simple and appropriate reply.

Me - I took care of it. Good night Mark.

With that I slept dreading for next day already.

A/N here's a teaser from next chapter and there's a picture of Maia's painting in banner.

Maia stood there, with bruised cheek and busted hand with a baby on her hip.

She was holding a I'll bottle to his mouth with her injured hand and holding him steady with another.

The baby had golden hair and blue eyes. Blue just like Mark's.