Vandalizing His Heart

Chapter One: Courtney

Chapter One: Courtney

Song of the day: Rise- Jonas Blue feat. Jack and Jack

Dedicated to: All of You!

Good morning, world. I wake up very sore...... because of too much workouts yesterday. A high-pitched scream blared next room followed by the voice of his. "Zera! What have you done to my room?!" My step-brother, Jackson, a 15-year old yells. I did it because he didn't gave me a cookie. I vandalized his room writing, 'Jack has a small dick', 'he sleeps with a hoe', but what's worse is his slut of a girlfriend was staying here last night, and she's not-so-surpisingly naked. She covered herself with a white thin sheet which still reflected her chest and I was disgusted.

"Eww. You have a small chest," I comment as I passed by Jackson's door, going the the kitchen. And no, Jackson isn't naked, he wore a sleeveless blue shirt and pants. Don't ask me why his girlfriend is naked.

As I entered the kitchen, my father smiled at me. "Good job, puppy," he exclaims. Me and my dad has this extremely strong hatred towards Courtney, which is Jackson's girlfriend, (feel free to change this name if your name is Courtney) because we can feel slutty vibes from her. Even though father was a 56-year old man, he acts like the same age as I am, which is nineteen. He high-fived me. Jackson's mother, died when he was 12-year old, just after her and dad's wedding. So Jack stayed with us until now. He is a good and protective brother when he feels like it, though most of the time he is seriously very annoying. Then I hear arguing upstairs and I chuckled. The door slams and off goes a very messed-up Courtney, her hair was everywhere and her dress was crumpled. She reached the door and opened it, getting to her car. She started it and Jackon shows up to the door. "Fuck off, Courtney, and never come back!" He yells after her car. I widened my eyes in shock. Jackson never swears unless he's very angry. He closes the door and took a deep breath. "Good riddance," dad butts in. I smiled in triumph. "What the hell did she say to you?" I asked. "Nothing," he replies. Dad rises and eyebrow. "Jackson, you're a Justins. Come on, rule number one?"

We Justins have these rules. Rule number one, never lie to your family member. Rule two, never leave the house without asking permission. And the last rule; never eat or touch someone's food. Yeah, we're weird like that.

Jack groans to himself. "That hoe, said that my mother died because of me. She said that Zera's mother left because of her. That I'm a mistake. But the truth is, she's the mistake. Sorry that I ever brought her here. She said my family is a stupid piece of sh-"

"Okay, we didn't ask full details!" Dad chuckles. While in my situation, I can barely contain my anger.

That bitch called my brother a 'mistake'. But it wasn't his fault. Mom left because she's just stupid like that.

I look up at Jackson. Tears burned the corner of his eyes. "Jackson," I say, coming near him and gripped his shoulders. "You're not a mistake. My mother left because she's not in the right state of her mind. Your mother didn't die because of you. So stop crying because she'll be sad," I comfort him. He hugs me tightly and dad joins the hug. I pull away and smile apologetically at my brother. But she deserves it, baby bro.

It's time to do what I do best.

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That night, with dad's permission, I got out . I glanced at my watch

12:49, midnight.

I was all dressed in black, then slid inside my black BMW, and drove up all the way to Jazrid Town. After a long drive, I arrived at my destination.

1:37, morning. But still dark.

I opened the trunk of my car, taking out the bag of spray paints. I took out my gloves, put them on and took one of the spray. I shook it and checked if it was enough. Yeah it was. Then I observed their house, trying to find a spacey place. Then I found it. The left side of their house. I first wrote ot the base letters. 'Courtney: The Worst Mistake of Her Drunk Parents'. I then started to color the letters to add designs. Lips, flowers, and smirking emojis were drawn on their wall. I finished after an hour. I smiled at my masterpiece. I gather all my spray paints and throw them inside the car, but not without taking a picture of the house. I finally drove off the road and yelled a small, 'yoohoo!' despite knowing that people are sleeping.

As I arrived, dad was drinking coffee.

Shit. Hashtag, busted.

I took out the cans and they clinked. "Puppy. Why are you dressed all black and... have your spray paints with you?" He asked. "N-nothing." I stuttered. He smiled. "Come on, show me the picture," he started. I look up at him, shock covering my features. "Show it, kid. I know you vandalized her house. I knew it the moment you heard those words come out of your brother," he slyly comments, crossing his arms. I take out my phone and show him the picture. After observing carefully, he applauds.

"Congratulations, puppy. But if you look carefully, there's a CCTV camera."

"Oh shit."

Was all that came out of my mouth before sirens echoed throughout the whole house.

Bye dad.

"I'm dead."

I stand behind him. Nope, wrong statement.

"We're dead."