Are We Insane-There Yet? Possibly... (Book 1)✔

V. Secrets?

Jordan
It's been 2 days since I've come home from the hospital and let me tell you... It is not fun at all.

I still haven't learned about the twins yet although that'll have to wait till tomorrow because they've gone a trip to Korea to talk about some family. Something about Monkey kings in Oraeguk. I don't think to much about it either though.

Grant's been making me eat a little more since my health depleted but luckily my genes structure allows for me to heal from those types of experiences.

I do appreciate him though. I mean he has helped me when I needed it, made sure I have a place to sleep, and even feeds me. Your hateful if you can't appreciate that.

I would know.

I used to get thrown out of the house very often back with my father.

-flashback-
"Ay yi yi! Why can't math be easier..? I say sulking at my desk.

"Jordan! Why is it that everytime I look up your never working? Huh?! This isn't the first time either!" My teacher seethes.

I try to interrupt but before I can.. "Come and call your father. I should tell him of your failures." I look at the teacher and don't move. I start to panic.

"I-I can't call him! He'll throw me outta the house for a week to the max!" The teacher stares unimpressed before nodding his head understanding.The bell then rings and he dismisses us. If only I knew that teacher didn't understand.

On my walk home I didn't want to go the quick way so I took the long route and went into a popular pub all my schoolmates hang out at.

"Hello! Welcome to  Itz Sugarz! What would you like to drink?" asks the waitress.

"Umm, no thank you" I say shaking my hands. She nods before walking back to her station.

I go and sit down and begin studying for the quiz next month though I already know the content. I wound up falling asleep and waking up at 5:45.

Oh shit... I have 10 minutes to get home. I can make it if I-

Wait.

He said he would be coming home later today. With that thought I took my sweet time and slowly walked home arriving at 6:15. Though as soon as I step into the door I am grabbed by the throat and slammed into the wall.

"P-papa!!" I say frantically clawing at his hands.

"Why are you arriving so late hmm~? Did you think that working late means working late? It means that I'm gonna arrive at least 5 mins later than usual. But that's not the problem~. I got a call from your math teacher telling me that your failing and said I'd throw you out for atleast a week. Although your not wrong."

Before I could respond he grabbed my face and slammed me into the floor. I thrashed from the pain in my tail bone as he repeatedly punched me it the stomach atleast 7 times causing me to puke up my own blood before he slammed my head into the ground.

"GET THE FUCK UP AND OUTTA MY HOUSE NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD WHICH EVERYONE KNOWS I NEED, I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR SISTER GETS PUNISHED!"

I forced myself up and outta the house and collapsed on the curb in front of the neighbor's house.

Being 14 is like this for everyone?!

I quickly duck down when I hear a knife whoosh out the house knowing he was aiming for my head.

"LEAVE! DO YOU NOT UNDERS-" he quickly began running towards me but I was faster and shot off down the street leaving my drunk and outta shape father to his vulgar lifestyle.

I ran into the coffee shop and went to take a seat where I put my head down. The stewardess didn't even bother to come check on me so I wind up falling asleep at the table.

About 4 hours later she tapped my arm shaking me awake before scrunching her face up at my appearance.

"Little boy we're closing so get out."

I frown before leaving and running into the nearby alley. 

I lean against the wall thinking about why everyone hates me so much.

I cried and cried and cried untill I came to the consensus that If they don't care then niether should I. I also decided that I would try to fight back.

No scratch that..

I will fight back.

Why must I suffer and be hurt if noone else is suffering and hurting. It's like a straight line. It never ends. It just continues nonstop untill you can deal with it, die, kill yourself, get sick, or change its course and direction. It sucks.

Today is the first night I killed somebody! I mean not to brag though. I was scared and a vampire saw me do it.

I was sitting against the wall when a French man walked up to me and began feeling on my face he kept telling me to open up but I wouldn't so he tried to force me.

My wings and tail came out on their own accord. I tried to scream but he jammed his tongue in my mouth and began kissing me.
I bit him and he put his hand on my already sore throat and begin squeezing almost crushing my windpipe. While he was doing that he started to touch me through my clothes.

Out of pure instinct my tail pierced through the man's throat causing him to stop all action and grab my wings. I let out a high pitched scream dragged my tail down from the spade to make sure I sliced. Even after the man collapsed I kept jamming my tail in different parts of his body breaking bone and all till he was just a pile of bloody flesh with crushed, sanded bone.

When I rose my head I saw a vampire who looked to be atleast 26 maybe older looking at me with worry and pity. I scowled pulling lip over my sharp incisors before getting up and going to the abandoned playground on Killers Avenue.

-flashback end-

I look up to see a frowning grant before I sigh and head upstairs and into my room retiring for the night.