Devil

Chapter 3

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I cussed so loudly, I was 100% sure Lisa could hear me from downstairs as she watched Grey’s Anatomy.

Right now I was at 5 stars, running away from the cops, only on GTA V of course.

There were so many cop cars, helicopters and even those S.W.A.T. team trucks on my ass. Why the hell did I think this would be fun?

I was running now for more than 10 minutes until finally my car had exploded by the many amount of times I had crashed into trees, other cars, and I even fell inside a ditch not once but twice.

It was a well 12 minutes spent.

I pressed start and saved the game before turning off my Xbox console and switching to my regular cable. I tossed the Xbox controller aside and grabbed the TV remote.

To my very unfortunate luck, Sex & the City, was on. I immediately changed the channel and then angels came and Superbad came on.

Thank God.

I lowered the volume a bit since it was a little too loud and I felt a bit rude. I hated when I actually made myself at home in their house. It’s not my house; it’s not even our house. I felt so alone here, that’s why I usually just locked myself in “my” room. At least before, I had a friend at the trailer park, Victor. Now I had no one to talk to really. I mean, I had Lisa but you can’t really talk to your aunt about everything, if you know what I mean.

The Xbox that John had bought me was basically my void all day. They bought me a lot of things throughout the years, and it just made me feel so bad. They aren’t even my parents and they’re treating me like I’m their own kid. They spoiled me way too much. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed having everything that I wanted but it didn’t really make me happy. And having no one to really enjoy it with… it made me feel even more alone.

Now I knew why Lisa wanted a baby so badly. Having your husband at work all day and a house all to yourself and no one to share it, and just being all alone all day, might just make you go a bit crazy.

I grabbed the water bottle from my night stand that I brought up from dinner and chugged it down. I let out a much need exhale and took a deep breath, sighing. I laid back and started watching Superbad alone until I heard heavy footsteps coming from down the hall.

I knew those stupid heavy combat boot footsteps from anywhere, and they belonged to John. Fuck my life, he came home early.

I quickly got up and ran to get my backpack, jumping back onto my bed. I took out a random notebook and opened it, grabbing a pen and placing it on the sheet of paper, starting to write nonsense to make it look like I had been doing my homework.

The door to my room opened slowly and through it came in my uncle, dressed in his all black uniform. John was a police officer, and ironically enough, John had walked in once to Jeremy kicking my ass, and though he pried my dad off of me, he never said anything to station. Weird, right? I just guessed that he was a family guy, y’know blood before everything else? Or maybe he just felt bad enough for Jeremy to not have him thrown and rotting in jail like a crazy man.

“What’s up, kid?”

Just something he’d always called me.

I looked up and gave him a forced smile. “Not much, just doing homework.”

He came and sat down on the rolling chair for my computer. “Oh really, kid? For what class?”

“Um, just Math.” I gave my best guess to the notebook that was sitting on my lap and I finally looked down at it.