Avenging Angel (Split Fan-Fic AU)

Chapter 8 - Sins

"I don't understand! Why do I have to stay in my room all day again!?" Casey hollered.

"Because I said so and my word goes in this house! I got my boys comin over and I don't ya botherin me every second of the day cuz you need something!" He shouted back at her.

Casey was at the top of the stairs shouting towards the living room. Her uncle laid in his chair as he half wheeled it around to face her.

"I'm not a child, if I need to go out I should be able to!" She said gripping the railing tightly.

"Plus you know I have a job, right?"

"A job that you really don't need missy, why do you think I work? I do it for you- for us!" He shouted extending his arms out dramatically.

Casey made a huff sound and stomped off back to her room.

"And just so you know! You are a child!" He yelled loud enough for her to hear.

Suddenly hearing a slam from the door. Casey felt like ripping her own hair out of her head. But if she did that she would probably be bald in a week....., like Dennis, she thought. Laughing a bit at that random thought, why did he cross her mind so often. Always wondering how he was doing, besides each other day was a new story. Even if he didn't have much to say in his stories. She still enjoyed listening to him anyways to pass the time.

She wanted to learn a little more about him, where he came from, his likes and his dislikes, maybe even his relationship status. She laughed mentally at herself, maybe he was married, or not, she didn't know for sure. She'd never seen anyone else come out of that house, but him. Must be lonely, but Casey already knew that dreadful feeling.

"I'm going out now! Cuz I can!" The uncle shouted from downstairs shutting the door in a huff.

Casey rolled her eyes as walked towards her front window opening it wide. Seeing him in her view made her sick to her stomach. Backing away from the window and heading to the other one on the side. She opened that one as well but kept the purple drapes over it still letting her see out side through its very thin fabric. She felt lost, unsure of what to do at this point. She took a sigh sitting on the edge of her bed retrieving her phone from her pocket. No messages, what a surprise, she thought, why do I even bother.

Casey threw herself back up onto her feet heading to her desk pulling out her sketch book. She turned the pages looking for a fresh new white sheet just waiting to be bedazzled. Unfortunately as she turned through all the pages, Casey has seem to of run out of space in her sketch book. It was completely filled up to the max. What a surprise, perfect timing, she thought sarcastically. Shutting her book dramatically as she flicked her wrist. Standing up once again she looked at her closet for a moment.

She walked over to it opening it slowly. All of her clothes were smooshed together, not having enough room for anything of hers. She took a hold of a giant mound of shirts on racks placing them on the bed. She continued to do this for some time now putting things in order. Taking out old boxes from above folding some of the old shirts she does not wear and puts them inside. Continuing her clean up, Casey takes the last shirts out of the closet. Suddenly, she eyed something in the corner at the very end. It was black as knight and as sleek as a cat, along with soft velvet laying upon it.

Her memory hit her fast like a bullet, remembering she had bought this piece when she was out on the town. Casey had completely forgotten about this dress, having to hide from her uncle. She didn't want him to see her in something so nice and form fitting to her frame. But on second thought, he wasn't home, was he now.

Casey removed the dress from its hanger taking it over onto the other side of her bed. She laid it flat and unzipped its back. She removed her many layers feeling the cool air run over her fair skin. She felt weird not wearing all her materials that she usually does. She had also removed her jeans trying not to fall over.