The Devil In The Girl

Chapter 12 - Intentions

ROSE'S P.O.V

I went back upstairs speedily to change my look. To look a little more...human. I guess. I decided on this:

I walked back downstairs and Matt looked at me in disbelief at first, but then slowly shook his head in disappointment. "What?" I hastily said.

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret."

It took me a second to react. I grabbed a glock off the counter. "I shouldn't be the one you're worried about."

I heard him sigh as I walked out the door laughing. I sped across the street to the car garage. I chose this car:

I drove all the way to Seattle. I know I could've teleported there, but I'll abuse my power in the future (wink wink). I pull into a McDonald's parking lot to think for a minute. Where is my father?

..........................

I saw him. He had a new family. 2 boy children and his fiancee. It made me mad when I found that he doesn't talk about me or mom at all. He pretends that his current partner is his "first love" oh, I'll make him remember.

I pulled on his road and parked a few houses down. I got out my phone (with a speaker) and blasted his least favorite music - country. Old country music, too. I hid behind a large bush and waited for him with my gun in my pocket. He stormed out of the house. He looked pissed. Dickhole. He walked my direction and went just past the shrub I was behind. I stood up behind him and cocked the gun. He flinched at the sound and slowly turned around with his hands above his head. As he he saw me, he suddenly became confident. "Well, hello gorgeous."

"Dont you dare talk to me like that."

"Ooooo, I see. You're a tough prostitute then?"

I whipped my hand around and shot the window of his car while still holding eye contact. He looked like he just shit himself. "Whoa whoa whoa!" He exclaimed. "Okay, jeez. What do you want?"

"Your death."

His eyes widened. "W-what!? Why?"

"I'm your daughter. You know," I pointed the gun straight at his head. "The one who died."

"Ok ok ok, listen. I know I haven't talked about you at all, but I'll tell her the truth! I promise! Just leave me alone!"

He's lying. I shot his left foot and he fell to his knees. "Hows the view down there?" I chuckled. "Bastard. You've got as much charm as a dead slug."

"P-please...you dont ha-ave to do this-s..." He stared at the barrel of my gun.

"I wish that was true." I sighed.

"I'll change, I swear!" Tears overflowed his eyes and ran down his face.

I slowly lowered my gun. "...you're right."

He let out a big sigh of relief. A gigantic, crooked smile crossed my face. "Psych..."

*bang*