Introverted Killer

Chapter 4

I woke up to glass shattering on the wall close to my bed it was a dirty used plate with a little bit of food everywhere.

"I could have sworn I told yo ass to wash the dishes before you go to bed didn't I?" Jillian was at my door with nothing on but some panties and a bra looking nasty as hell.

"I forgot and I was really tired yesterday. I wash the dishes every day now. Why can't you ask Jina she never does it. You always come to my room and..." I was cut off by a loud slap to my face and the pain came spreading across my cheek growing up to my ear.

"Bitch you do what the fuck I tell you to do. I want that shit done now and if it ain't i'm coming back to fuck you up." She said after walking out. The pain in her cheek lasted for a minute. I started rubbing my cheek to soothe the pain. There's definitely going to be a bruise later. If this shit keeps happening every morning it's going to piss me off from lack of sleep.  I just got up anyway not wanting her to come back to do more. She always seems to make the situation worse than it already is. I went to do the dishes and noticed that on my phone it said it was four thirty-five in the morning. I know this bitch did not just wake me up this early when I could have used the rest of the time to sleep more.

 I'm heated and hurt that I couldn't even go back to sleep after I finished washing the dishes. It was going to be five o'clock soon and I usually have to get up around that time to get dressed. I'll have to head to school at six ten a.m. soon. I finished doing the dishes then I went to shower and get ready for school. I had my own bathroom in my room so I was thankful for that. We had a decent three-story home in Detroit. It was a tolerable neighborhood where everyone knows each other. Where people just knew not to cause chaos with certain people.

 People around the city were scared of my dad for some strange reason. I just don't know why he never tells us anything at all. He seemed like someone normal to me. He just comes home to eat dinner or watch television and hang with his family. Then makes sure we are good like any normal parent would. All I know is my dad had his own gun range business and he would go to make sure things are okay there. He collects the money or sometimes he teaches people about guns and how to use them properly. He also has a mechanic shop and works on cars for good prices. Everyone in the city goes to his shop to get their cars fixed because of it. He usually isn't home a lot or he would come home late from fixing cars. If not there then he's at the gun range. 

Overall, we had a decent suitable home because of it. My dad constructed this house from scratch so every room in it was beautifully decorated. Our rooms are different layouts from our own ideas. Even though our neighborhood is acceptable we did have a couple of robberies happening around us. There are many other nice homes neighboring us. Oddly, they never tried robbing our house. However, we did have cameras around the house but I don't think that's stopping them from robbing us.

When I was finished getting ready I grabbed a banana and some grapes in a ziplock bag and put it in my backpack. I grabbed my keys and lock the door behind me as I make my way to my Chevy Malibu and was off to school. Sometimes I would walk to school and sometimes I would drive my car. The reason for walking to school was to save me some gas money. Sometimes I didn't need to drive my car. I only do it because of bad weather or needing to exercise. I sat in my car reading a nice urban book called Black Widow by Nikki Turner. It was getting better with each page. 

As soon as the time struck six fifty-nine a.m. I put my book in my glove compartment got out and locked the doors. I started walking straight into the school. All classes start around seven-ten a.m in the morning. I had enough time to get to a class which still bothers me. If only I had some sleep for a few more minutes. I knew my sister wasn't going to be here till later. Which means she wouldn't use her possie to bully me. A couple of classes later and then it became lunch. I walked in and grabbed my lunch then sat down. When I started eating I saw the new guy walk into the door as I am looking around. I don't think that he was in the earlier classes that I have with him. I went back to the food in front of me and started eating again. The plate was filled with nachos fully loaded and sour creme. My drink was a bottle of lemonade I brought from home.