Quincy
I pulled into the driveway of my home. Spirits higher than usual. I was trying to hold on to this feeling as long as possible for I knew it would soon end.
Xyla was a lot more likeable in person. Granted I had been watching her for some time now, one would never have known she had such a pleasant personality. Given her outside appearance and how seldom she smiled, one would only be justified in thinking otherwise.
She wasn't half bad. I had actually found myself taking a liking to her in the small amount of time we had shared. I admired her strength and determination. I adored the way she cared for her little brother. It was vaguely reminiscent of how I had cared for my own. It was a pity that I would have to kill her one day.
I turned off the engine before leaning back into my seat. I could literally feel my father's rage from where I sat.
I had considered staying out all night. But that would only make things worse. The more time he had to think about the things I had done the more angry he'd become. This situation was best handled swiftly.
I took a deep breath before opening the car door and stepping out. Pulling the front of my jacket together before closing the door behind me and looking at the mansion before me.
I closed my eyes and upon opening them found myself in the foyer. "Quincy!" My father called out seconds later. I rolled my eyes before heading toward the direction of his voice.
"Father." I said nodding my head in acknowledgement. He sat before me with his legs crossed on the sofa. A small glass in his hand. A silk robe around his body. His eyes dead locked on my own.
"Girls." He said dismissing my little sisters who sat on the floor near him consumed in a phone screen.
"Goodnight Quincy." They said in unison. Both coming over to hug me before disappearing into the hall.
"Take a seat." He said soon after.
"I'm cool standing." I said as if I had a choice. He looked at me as if I had lost my damn mind. I took a seat as Chance appeared in the doorway.
I watched as she brought over a bowl of ice. Placing it on the table and asking. "Is there anything else I can do for you Daddy?"
"No thank you baby." He said with a smile. Chance smiling back before cutting her eyes at me and then walking away.
"Would you like to start or should I?" My father asked retrieving cubes from the bowl and placing them into his glass.
"I'd rather not." I said leaning back into my seat.
"Quincy what the hell were you thinking?" He asked a bit calmer than expected.
"I was thinking that ..." I started before he quickly cut me off.
"Shut up!" He yelled. His voice echoing throughout the halls.
I closed my eyes in frustration because I knew he would react this way. Why ask me what I was thinking if you weren't going to allow me to speak?
"Because you clearly weren't fucking thinking." He snarled pulling his glass to his lips.
"She doesn't know who I am." I said looking over into him.
"Yet." He said burning holes into my face.
"She doesn't know anything." I said causing him to rise to his feet.
"Yet." He repeated hovering over me. "But what happens when she figures it out? Because she will eventually figure it out. Did you even fucking consider the possible danger you've placed all of us in?" He asked attempting to remain calm.
