He's a Killer

Bored - 4

A/N - I had to edit part of the last chapter, I haven't really considered where this book is going, so I don't really have a plot but as I go along things are making more sense to me.

A/N #2 AH I've planned out the whole story now, this is going to be superrr thrilling i'm so excited.

Song - Lost without you - Freya Ridings

Adrik

"Oh, they blew off of the table."  I lied easily, my finger appointing towards the open window.  Nico raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off.

"Anyway, dinner should be ready,"  Nico said as he walked over and neatly stacked the paper in one of the nearby shelves, "I'll bring it out for you in a minute."

Dad sat across from me, his hands clasping each other on the table. He had a fairly serious facial expression, it unsettled me.

"I'm very sorry, about the past few years Adrik," he said each word with a raspy voice.

"I don't accept your apology, dad," I said simply but with a quiet voice, it was the plain truth. Nothing excuses the abuse he put me through. Although, the fact he snapped his head towards me told me he was going to make me forgive him.

"What?" he scowled "I gave up drinking for you!"

"I thought that was because mum died," I said calm-tempered "Either way I can't forgive you for the abuse that you put me through!"

He went to lunge toward me, but Nico walked in, food in hand. Nico didn't even notice what was about to go down, he was too carried away with trying not to drop the food. Dad just smiled at him and backed up into his own chair, I swear he won't get away with this forever. What a bullshit-artist, too. I barely had a clue that he even gave up drinking, ever since mums death I thought he would be a little less sober, and more on the bottle.

Dinner was silent, dad kept giving me small stares and it freaked me out. I excused myself from the table, tumbling over a little but not falling over.

"Where's my room?" I asked bluntly.

"Up the stairs, two doors down on the left." Nicolai replied.

I walked up there, crutches clunking and my bag in my left hand. When I was just out of sight, I listened into their conversation.

"I couldn't find them today, Solevich."

"I know, I know, but we want to find who wrote that bloody letter," I was guessing my dad was referring to the note I had read earlier.

"It's a little hard because the initials are smudged and we can't run around to find matching fucking handwriting to the fucking letter," Nico stated.

"If it's what we have to do, it's what we have to do," I didn't think my dad would be that desperate, but I don't blame him.

I made my way into my bedroom, it was nice. Same yellow walls, plants here and there, and white bedsheets.  I dropped my bags and leaned my crutches against the wall, hobbling over to the bed and tucking myself in.  I wasn't bothered to take off the clothes that I was wearing, there was no energy in me to do so.  My eyes closed and sleep took over me.

"I had a dream
I got everything I wanted
Not what you'd think
And if I'm bein' honest
It might've been a nightmare."

Sitting in my living room, I was covering cuts with bandages and splinting my fingers together.  It was a pretty rough day, after school.  I had been almost beaten to death but I did my part and beat Jason, literally to death.