Accepted To Kill

Chapter 17

It took days for the image of my fathers distorted face and haunting eyes to exit my mind. I'd often find myself looking at my hands knowing the power I could have over someone in using my hands.

It didn't take long before the gang made me go back to school and get back to my drug business. I don't really care anymore like I used to though, it's time away from the Hex.

The place is more like a prison than a brotherhood. The only way to freedom is death or becoming the leader. Sometimes I wonder what that would be like, to have everyone follow your every whim because they fear you. A leader has to be strong, big, commanding. I don't possess a single one of those qualities. It seems my only escape is death.

Curiosity might be the only thing keeping me alive. Ever since I've come back to school I've been eager to confront the psycho-girl who got in the car with my father, but she hasn't been in class.

I was about ready to ask the teacher about her when she actually appeared in class one day. I didn't miss her insanity one bit, but now something was different. She was completely silent, and didn't look at me even once.

I instinctively checked her wrist for the white bracelet and it wasn't there. Class is excruciating as all I can think about is confronting her. Firstly on why she was with my father and secondly what the paper had read.

I'm such an idiot for having thrown it away. As class drags on seemingly forever I make many useless attempts to get the psycho-girl's attention. I "clumsily" drop my pencils, my notebook, and annoyingly tap my foot on the ground.

None of these things are working! She simply stares straight ahead. The clock in the back of the room ticks mockingly slow, adding to my building impatience as I wait for class to end.

"Matty," the teacher almost shouts as she says my name for the third time.

I shoot her an irritated glance and she crosses her arms not about to take my crap. I become aware that the entire class is now focused on me but I could care less.

"Answer the question Matty," she states flatly.

What question? I didn't hear her ask anything. I glare at her for a few moments before smirking.

"Nahhh," I counter, "Why don't you?"

Before she can scold me the bell rings, I grab my stuff and I'm out of there. I wait outside the classroom for the psycho-girl to exit so I can confront her but she never shows.

I curse under my breath as the last person leaves and isn't her. As I'm about to head out I recognize a dark pair of eyes watching me. She's still in the classroom? I stare at her through the doorway where she remains seated in her desk, legs swung over the side of her chair. The teacher is talking to her but she isn't looking at the teacher. She's looking at me. The teacher catches on and follows her gaze to me. Both stare at me intently and I so badly want to move, but I stay where I am.

Challenge me I dare you, I think to myself as I now refuse to break eye contact with the teacher. My fist clenches and I bite the inside of my cheek. I feel a rush of adrenaline course throughout my body. I could take you down if I wanted.

The moment this thought crosses my mind I push it away. What am I thinking? This isn't me. I'm not a killer! I turn away from the doorway. But you are a killer my mind tells me through the memories of my bloody corpse of my father. What's one more?