Heartbroken

Chapter 27: Annalisa

 Grimacing, I pulled the shoes off my feet, my heels raw and red. I rubbed my ankles and threw the shoes to the side before moving to the back of the house.

It was tiring to go to a party, and it was tiring to wear stiletto's all night, but I must say that I enjoyed looking down upon my enemies. And they truly were my enemies.

"Rachel!" I called as I made my way through the dark rooms, all filled with things. A couple were bedrooms, others were used for storage, and the rest I hadn't been able to sneak around yet. Rachel was for some reason very protective of those.

"I told you to call me mom, honey," Rachel sat in a swiveling chair in front of a giant desk covered in computers of security footage. She was sitting cross-legged and eating a giant bowl of cherries, spitting the seeds into a smaller bowl on her other side. A piece of her wavy auburn hair got stuck in her mouth as she chewed a cherry, and she pulled it out with a thin, manicured hand, disgusted.

"I'm not going to call you something that you aren't,"

She pouted.

"But even if you were my mom, I wouldn't call you that."

"Why not?"

I walked up behind her, leaning over to look at the computers. "Because I don't need one."

"Fine." Rachel got up, stalking out of the room. "But don't expect me to help you!"

"You're wearing my clothes again!" I was the only one who owned a short, black designer dress in this household, and she had stolen it again, just like she had taken all my shorts. I could hear her sigh all the way from the kitchen as she wrestled the fridge door open. I was constantly amazed at how she could eat so much and not gain weight. No matter what she ate she still had the figure of a goddess. I swear it was a talent. The fridge was slammed shut again, and Rachel's footsteps got louder until she entered the room again.

"I forgot my cherries," she grumbled as she passed me, taking the bowl with her. I rolled my eyes and sat down in the chair, taking hold of the mouse to change one of the images on a computer. Only the sound of the clicking mouse broke the silence before Rachel spoke again, apparently still standing by the door.

"How was your mission?"

"Great. Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm your mo –" she huffed. "Your guardian."

"No. You're the guardian of that." I spun around and pointed to her necklace. "I am nineteen and a legal adult. You can't control me."

She clutched the ruby necklace and glared at me. "I may be the Guardian of the Bloodstone, but that means that you are still underneath me. And I need to pass it down to someone I trust."

"Then why are you giving it to me?"

She opened her mouth, flustered. "Maybe I won't give it to you."

"Fine."

"Fine." She stormed away.

"Good luck finding someone else!" I shouted, and turned back to the computers. The Bloodstone was not something that I wanted to worry about right now.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lynn walked up behind me, and I glanced up at his face. In previous circumstances, I would've been shocked, concerned, petrified. But when you lived with someone like Lynn, it got hard to be scared of his face because he changed it so much. Tonight it was the face of an old man, not pale and clammy, and definitely wearied. He had a large nose and deep set eyes with wrinkles on his forehead and cheeks. He was slowly balding on top, though the presence of hair was more than I would expect of the man. But when he spoke, the voice didn't match the appearance.