The Glitch

Chapter Thirteen: I'm Done

I didn't understand what I had done. I don't remember anything about yesterday. Just the fact that I blacked out and smacked my head a few times. Apparently, Sean was the only one who cared enough to put me in his room. He knows why I stay out of mine. Too many memories floating around there...

My hands won't stop shaking. Whatever happened scared me more than I care to admit. My heart is racing, and every time I think about it, my vision blurs, and my breathing grows heavy. Now I know why my brothers hate me. This is how I make them feel constantly.

A knock on the door startled me to my feet, and I straightened my clothes, running my hand through my hair before answering it. Before I could even open the door, it flew open, making me take a step back, hiding my shaking hands behind my back as none other than Sean entered the room.

He closed the door behind him, giving me a worried, but angry look. One that would probably make you piss yourself if you were his child, poor future children. "What were you thinking, Anti?! You scared the shit out of Jameson and Chase!"

I let out a small, but bitter laugh. "Oh, really? I was hoping to scare the fuck out of you."

Sean sighed deeply. "This is nothing to joke about. You've gotten seriously unruly these past days, and it's gone too far this time."

I suddenly lost my smirk, my gaze hardening. "What are you saying, Sean?"

"I'm saying.. you need to pack your bags, Anti. I'm done."

Those two words were enough to make a shiver run down my spine, and I took a small step back. I'd never heard those words from him before. Except when he's done cooking food, or.. finishing sex. I shook my head almost violently. "You can't be done, Sean. I'm a part of you!"

He ran a shaking hand through his hair; his expression almost doubtful as he thought it over for a moment. I thought I was okay, but the next words out of his mouth barely registered. "I want you out today. Find yourself a hotel. Take my card with you. I'm sorry."

My breath hitched, and an overwhelming sad feeling overpowered me. He was sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry. I basically forced his hand this time.

My thoughts angered me, and I clenched my fists, looking back up at him with glowing eyes. "You're sorry? That's all you have to say? You're fucking kicking me out of my own fucking house!" I took a step forward as Sean took a step back.

"Anti, listen to me. If you kill me, you'll die too.." He put his hands up defensively, swallowing down the spit forming at the back of his throat.

"That hasn't been proven yet, pretty boy. And I'm pretty sure after this; it would be worth it. Because I'd be taking down the rest of them with me." I growled softly, continuing to take steps toward him until he was pressed against the door, and I was inches from his miserable face.

I grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his head back all the way as I bared my teeth at him. "After I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me to kill you."

Sean's heartbeat furiously in his chest as he looked at me, unable to look away or speak.

I let his hair go, moving away from him to open the door, making him stumble forward as I left the room, immediately heading for the door with my hands stuffed in my pockets.

The air suddenly chilled around me and I stopped dead in my tracks, almost lifting my hand to wave away the thick cold as I looked around, my eyebrows furrowed.

Apologize to him.

He'll forgive you.

You know he will, so why don't you?

That voice again. The voice I heard before I went nuts. The corner of my lip twitched and I continuing walking, opening the door and vacating the house, leaving it wide open as I tried to push the sound away. "Shut up."

You don't want to look soft.

I get it.

You've changed, and I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

I should've protected you.

I grabbed at my hair with both hands again before slapping the palm of one of my hand against my head multiple times. "Shut the fuck up, dammit!"

You'll see.

You'll remember.

I'll come back for you.

Punished for what you've done.

I was scared.

Reborn in hatred.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Her voice echoed in my mind, inescapable and irritating to the point where I'd give up revenge if it would go away.

Liar.

Well at least she's smart enough to know when I'm lying. "Leave me the hell alone, okay? I have to deal with voices everyday and I don't remember a woman being one of them!"

You'll remember again.

Soon.

I waited a few moments, my hope lifting when she didn't say anything for a few seconds. The silence dragged on, and I found myself wondering what she meant. I need answers, and all I've got are more questions.

"Way to be the kind of tease I don't like." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I continued to stroll down the sidewalk again, realizing I hadn't been alone. I had an audience. "Hope you enjoyed the show! If I was still a sociopath, I'd have stabbed all of you by now!"

Most of them averted their eyes, picking up the pace on their way home as I let out a small huff. I'm pretty sure if I killed anyone in the state I'm in right now, I'd break down and cry. I hate the feeling.

An idea came to mind and a grin stretched across my face as I took out my phone, dialing up the number I added recently.

"Hello, this is Claire. How may I help you?"

I gritted my teeth slightly, but played my part. "You sound like customer service, Claire~"

"Oh! What a pleasant surprise. It's you."

"I have a name, but I was wondering if you'd like to come over?"