IN SOME OF MY PREVIOUS CHAPTERS I HAVE NOTICED THAT I HAVE MADE A MISTAKE ON DESTINI’S BROTHER’S NAME. HIS NAME IS DOMINO. NOT DOMINIC. JUST TO MAKE SURE THAT NO ONE GETS CONFUSED.
Destini POV
I woke to sounds of pans clashing to the ground. As my eyes opened, adjusting to my surroundings, I could see that I was in my living room, which was now covered with boxes. Some boxes were empty and the rest had loads of things in them. They covered the living room floor and sofa. As I ran into the house last night I remember tripping over some of them and kicking them in return. I never made it to the stairs, so plopped on the sofa, curled up, and fell asleep.
I went to the kitchen and peered around the corner, for some reason I was praying to see my mom standing there cooking breakfast for me. Instead, my brother had his feet on the round kitchen table reading some papers and his fiancé starring back and forth at two frying pans. Apparently she was deciding on which one to use, that dumbfounded look on her face told the whole story. She glanced up and saw me starring at her, she smiled.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty. Wow, you look like you had a rough night!..do you need to talk about it,” she chirped. It was too early for me to deal with her, it was in her best safety to shut up and leave me alone, didn’t want to say something I would regret later.
“No, I’m good,” I stated.
“If it’s boy issues, I can help in that area as well,” she smiled, she began putting a frying pan on the stove and the other back under the sink. Some people were born blonde, but their hair is dark. She was seriously stupid, what my brother saw in her was beyond me. Did this woman not remember that my mother was killed a few inches away from where she was standing? Would I really be thinking about a boy at a time like this? Of course she would, she was Renee.
“No! I’m not thinking of any guy,” I said. Well, I wasn’t thinking of a guy in the way she thought, I was thinking of killing a certain…male vampire. Renee smiled and nodded.
“Hey Dez, coffee?” Domino asked from the table. I couldn’t see how he was able to sit in the kitchen that his mother was killed in. There was no trace of her murder anywhere. Thank god for that.
“Hello, 17 years old, I don’t need coffee in the morning to wake me up.” That made him laughed.
“True! Soo…are you going to school today, because you really can’t keep missing school.”
“Yeah, I’m going today.”
“Well, do you think you can get dressed and get there in 35 minutes?” Domino asked, staring at the clock over the stove.
“Um…let me see…that would be a no. I will just miss my first period.”
“Okay,” he nodded and turned his full attention back to the scattered papers on the table.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Just some paperwork: insurance, finances, bills, and papers on the funeral,” Domino quickly said.
“The funeral?” I solemnly asked. The thought of burying my mother was hurtful; I could feel the knife sliding in and out of my heart…well that’s what it felt like.
“Yeah, I’m going to have it on Saturday, it’s already set. And her will has already been read. She left you money in a trust fund, but you can’t access it until you are 18, which is soon.”
